Why are you here?

A glimpse of my old friend
Brings a flood of memories;
Of laughter and sorrow,
Of hymns and symphonies.

Mem’ries of the whole new world
She opened up to me.
Full of magic and music,
A world that is carefree.

I remember the songs
With which she eased my pain.
Her quiet, steady voice
Was like Spring’s healing rain.

A true and loyal friend,
She held my secrets dear
Of what the future held
And the reason for my tears.

Good question. Who am I? Let's explore.

My name is Amara; I'm enduring my 16th year; I live in Oklahoma with two parents and four younger siblings. That's me in a nutshell... but I wonder. Is that really me?

I've told you a little of the real me already. I get quite a kick out of turning simple things - such as an introduction to myself - into deep discussions. I generally carry out these conversations in the privacy of my own mind, but sometimes a line or a phrase escapes my lips and I get a few weird looks.

A gentle touch
A flowing hand
Upon the keys
Upon the Grand.

The notes printed
On paper so fine
Giving the song
In touching the line.

The white and black keys
Glittering so bright
The touch of smooth fingering
The music pages light.

Time ticks by
Passing five, six, seven
Practice time is almost over
Lessons at eleven.

Rushing through my Repertoire
Jogging through my scales
NYSSMA is in a week
I’m praying I don’t fail!

Keys press down,
Keys let up.
You hear the music,
But I do not.

I see the keys
And the beautiful motion,
Made by your fingers
On the pure white keys.

I have an advantage:
I create my own music.
I don't hear yours
Inside my head.

I see you playing,
But I am not listening.
I am creating my own
Silent song in my head.

Before I start, I wish to add a small introductory note:

Pistachio the Pirate and his wife Georgianna are characters in a story I'm writing. While not really Pirates in the terms of thievery, they have much that resembles your traditional stereotypical fictional pirate. It's a song sung by the two of them thus their names in the parentheses.

(Pistachio the Pirate)
"A pirate's life is what I want.
It's what I want to be!
A pirate ship! A pirate captain! That's me!"

This is going to look really long and scary, but-- Ok, never mind. It is long. And it might be scary. But I promised it, so here it is. Have fun...