My father, an accomplished musician in his own right, had always said that music was a jealous mistress. As grudgingly as I like to admit it, he was absolutely right.
Music is transcendent and has the power to take hold of one's soul.
Sometimes it refuses to let go. With me, that happened in my last year of medical school. Facilitated by a new technology called MIDI, I reentered the world of music and the world of my dreams. My keyboard once again became an extension of my soul and that was the beginning of the end. Life has been a constant struggle between the heart and the mind ever since.