Miguel tried for the fifth time to go to sleep. It was already after midnight, and he had work the next morning. But every time he closed his eyes, the music filled his head. Beautiful, complex melodies danced through his mind. How could he sleep when his keyboard called to him from across the room?
Once again, he gave up on sleep and walked over to the keyboard. He stumbled and struggled for several minutes, but his fingers simply wouldn’t move the way his brain was telling them to.
The music continued to drift through his mind, taunting him with his inability to share it with the world.