Catch that light/It falls in subtle patterns/It crawls in and tells them when their time is up/And when it's over

i've always had trouble expressing my thoughts in prose...they're so vibrant inside my head, but when i put them all paper, the words are never enough. so i resort to music, which is my real love anyway. i really wish my mother had forced me to play an instrument. there was a brief interlude with the piano that i whined for, but it ended once i fell on a broken mirror and severed a tendon in my right hand and had to wear a splint for ages. i don't have long graceful fingers anyway. granted, i had voice lessons, but if i had learned to play...i could still learn now, i know, but my mind isn't as open as it was when i was young. and besides, what good is an instrument when you can't put words to the music? guess i'll be content with letting other people say for me what i can't...