Just The Piano Man

First off let me start off by saying that I am a lover of life and all that surrounds this complex journey we embark on each and everyday . But I have an internal battle with myself because at times I just feel like the piano man.. Not taking anything away from the role of the piano man because he provides the melody for Life and as she sings her songs he stands by her with every chord providing the canvas for her portrait. And as she sings out every significant detail of her struggles the piano man seems to become more and more intrigued by her story. So much so that at times his own story begins to fall back into the shadows and no longer does he play for his own life but he plays for life itself. This is quite a selfless move by the piano man but he realizes that he is merely an instrument

and the fact life chooses to accompany him is a blessing in itself.

But how can he ever be seen if he lacks the power to be selfish. What is he to do if he feels he really doesn't deserve a solo and life should always hold the center stage. See, to the eyes of many he appears to be comfortable in this position but what if there is a part of him that not only wants to be the melody but the voice that pulsates behind the beat. What if he wants to one day stand before all and let his story be heard.... Will he ever have that chance or will he forever remain simply the piano man