I played piano yesterday as if I was opening the gates of heaven with each note

I had running streams of notes flowing with ferver and ease and I surprised myself with my dexterity,  thinking that perhaps grandma Rosie was moving my hands to the jazzy haunting beauty of some new and blessed music. Traversing across the geography of that mystical sound we know as music looking out at the world as it passed by from that 4th floor window.