After editing my book report, I had to drag my mom downstairs so I could play for her the new piano melody I had discovered (everything on the piano is a discovery for me because, while I can read music, I have no clue how to play piano except in the ways I invent). Well, as it turned out, we ended up sharing that piano bench. She learned what I had memorized and I played the melody on flute and something sparked between us. And we sat and played together, tweeking and repeating, smiling, even though the song was sad. I love what I've composed--this and Miasma--but it sounds even more amazing to me to hear it being played by my mother and me. I'm going to keep working on it, because this one's for us. Carrie