Back?

It’s time. Time to stretch my fingers again over the ebony keys of this dream machine.Time again to whisper and say hello to all of you.

Hi how are you? What’s happened in your life since I went away?Not really away, more like an eclipse. Am I out of the Earth’s shadow yet? I’m unsure. But today might be a good time to wake back up.

So, pour a little whiskey on my grave to bring me back to the top. Give me a funny hat to shade my bald spot. In the elevators to work, you’ll find me, softly tap-dancing when no one’s there.

And a little voice will mutter, “Now where did I put that Q?”