Playing for Joy

When I was young, I'd sit up straight, hands trembling on

the ivory gates, dreaming of the day I'd grace a concert style stage in some

far off place. Chopin in my fingers, Mozart in my eyes.

I swore I'd be a legend under velvet concert skies. But life

has a way of changing key, Turning grand sonatas into playful melodies. And here I

am playing for Muppets. Bright fell faces staring back at me.

Not the dream that I imagined, but somehow it feels just right, you see.

Cause when I play, the world glows brighter, the room grows