Prompt ~ Something you know from heart…

I sit at the bench allowing my fingers to find their place on the keys.  It’s been a long time since I’ve actually sat here.  Life has been full of bumps and I’ve finally established a place for this little sense of comfort.  They say it’s like riding a bike, you never forget.  It’s true, my fingers know the movements they just need to adjust to the new home.  I begin, trying to ignore the sour sounds from the missed keys, it’ll all fall into place again with practice.  Another try and my fingers are finding their groove and the song is starting to feel right.  I’m focusing less and enjoying more.  Playing it again I remember simpler times, when life wasn’t as stressful or limited.  I remember how it feels to just let the music take charge.  88 keys unlocking years of memories, reminding me how to feel free, how to smile.