Black on white

I am not simply contented to just listen; I want to be able to play it out.
The sense of satisfaction when the fingers hit the right key.
Each beat is matched as the left synchronizes with the right and the treble harmonizes with the bass.

Satisfaction, contentment.
One hardly possesses such wonderment at the fingertips.
There lasts a fleeting sense of procurement.
And then it fades out beautifully and softly...

This world is huge and wonderful,
And I want it all.
But for now,
its rhapsody is within grasp.
And that, is met with much gratification.