I rock Alice to sleep every night.
After she falls asleep I stay where I am, holding her, still rocking away, and my brain works very well. The paths in my mind -- from one life event to another mirrored one, from confusion to solution, from worry to peace -- are torched up with light bulbs and fireworks. The big and little things in life click together. It all very fleetingly makes sense.
While half of my brain is busy with the fireworks and the lightbulbs, the other half sings.
My fingers impulsively tap along and after a little while I find my hands playing whatever song I am humming on an imaginary piano. I would be really good at playing the piano if I knew how to play the piano.
I would like to buy a piano.