The constant peal of lilting tones coming from my piano means that now I'm totally oblivious to the fact that someone's having to play it for me. It's not just magic..
Sometimes the playing is ambitious, fragmented with mistakes and hammered, frustrated chords, but today (now I've noticed the noise) I'm met with the more delicate sounds of Debussy. Clair de Lune, I can see the moon tonight.
Archie barks at the moon- he doesn't like it loitering just outside his window, outside his reach. Clouds are fine, it's just the Man in the Moon he's taken umbrage against. Oh, and hot air balloons. Those damn pests, littering my sky.

I digress... only I never reached my intended point. In fact, I've forgotten wholly what I was intending. My mind can't settle at the moment, it's skipping from place to place, over puddles, doing the pas de Basque. Clearly I've also been doing too much ballet, which hasn't helped, and I'm eternally frustrated that my arms just seem to flop and "some of" my dance is "really good". You're saying the rest is crap? Goody, my exam's not in a week or nine days or anything. Actually, I've gotten heaps better, and my legs are all right. It's them arms again.

And, I've remembered what I meant to point out:
Isn't that Shit emoticon really something?