Talent

He sat at the instrument with his fingers resting lightly on the ivory keys. One foot was tucked under the bench while the other hovered above the pedal. He inhaled deeply, eyes closed, breathing in the moment. Concentrating.
A finger stroked a single key, debating on where to begin.
And then...
It started. Soft and hesitant at first, then gaining rhythm and momentum as his confidence waxed. His sure hands flew over the notes effortlessly, painting his work of art. He could turn a simple, naked melody into a masterpiece.
It was almost visible. The music. The sound. Almost touchable. Igniting images and memories that were personal to the listener and artist alike. It spoke to the soul. It penetrated.
It was beautiful.
It was brilliant.
How could one forget this moment?
Hours upon hours of diligent training had created this expert, never discouraged or willing to quit. Striving daily for excellence.
How fortunate we are that he never gave up.
The song slowed, waning, hinting at an end. He held his breath, almost hoping he could continue. He let the beauty sink into his chest, relishing it. At last he reluctantly struck the final chord, letting it ripple and fade in the dim room.
It was over. He slowly let his breath out in a slow sigh, listening intently as the sound faded.
Yes.