I had a weird dream last night...
I tried playing the achordian and it sounded terrible. I gave it to my brother and he played it beautifully. It was such a lovely song, it made me cry. (It sounded as terrific as the "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Mansell/Kronos Quartet.) I balled my eyes out and could barely hold my head up the noise was so great to my ears; I wanted to melt..
There was a large tent and my family (rents, aunt, uncle, 2 cousins) told me to come rest. I went inside and there was no room for me. Each person had their feet pointing to eachothers in the center of the tent, their heads at the edges. My aunt told my younger cousin, "Move over and make room for Helen". My cousin was lying next to a microwave and she started to shift herself, along with her microwave and as she did the entire floor (of family) started spinning. I stood up against the edge not knowing what to do. I glanced out a window and saw my brother outside the tent; still playing his song, smiling, walking down a path into the distance. Later he picked up a guitar and it sounded just as amazing.
It makes sense. On some weirdo scale. And I may envy my brother's musical talents, with happiness though.