I’ll write you this poem As my way to show ‘em The highest you hold little piece of my heart A lilt and a beat A jig with my feet Do dance with me lightly and slightly apart My life on a string My smile does sing A happier story remaining in sight Forget about worry Keep not in a hurry Enjoying each moment I’m within your light For pleasanter days I exit this haze And plot a course starward, escaping the night Then spotting an end Becoming a friend

Sometimes when I sit down to play the piano for myself, I wish there was somebody else there to listen. Someone to sit quietly and to enjoy the occasionally beautiful music I play. I would like to touch her heart through the piano keys and move her to joy, anger, tears, elation. I put so much of myself into my piano playing at times, it’s a shame there’s nobody else around to listen. But I am very private about my music. It’s a very personal thing. Whoever my future wife is I hope she appreciates my music.

“All is fair in love and war.” For a while now I have pondered this idiom. What does it mean exactly? Are people in love and people in warfare allowed to behave outside of the norms? Is it somehow acceptable to dispose of one’s moral and ethical codes of conduct when the stakes are so high? Perhaps it is merely a mantra of the lovelorn used to justify inconsiderate action in the pursuit of the coveted. Or perhaps this idiom is not a justification as much as it is an observation on the human condition.