The Polyglot has tried to explain how he feels when he sits down at a piano. He says that he tried to explain that to me with the feeling of playing pool. That's not at all what he said. What he ended up discussing were the actual physical characteristics of ornate pianos to ornate pool tables. Since we never owned an ornate pool table, I still couldn't relate to what he was talking about. I was just picturing Liberace.
Anyway, he finally made some headway by comparing pianos to ships. Ah. That I can understand. There is something about a ship. It's really undefinable, but I'm going to do my best to discuss how sailing makes me feel.
You see, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me. If the wind is right you can sail away and find ... tranquility. The canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. Believe me. It's not far to never-never land - no reason to pretend. If the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again. Fantasy gets the best of me when I'm sailing - all caught up in the reverie. Every word is a symphony. Won't you believe me? It's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me. When the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity. Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be - just a dream and the wind to carry me. Soon I will be free.
Well, there's a little window into my soul for you. Don't get me started on what happens when I get caught between the moon and New York City!