DOTS: As You taught me

Piano chords, I can feel the pressure on each key. If I just close my eyes and travel, I start crying because I miss something I don’t even know. Perhaps, I miss the absence of what I couldn’t even experience. I see the notes arrive, each one and all of them dancing and forming this music that is you. Formless, difficult to define in words, it is you, always you, LOVE itself. I will never forget that I loved them all as you taught me, Father.