And when she plays...she plays for me.

[funny_herman]

I saw klaviermusik play with the Berlin Orchestra. I had never been to a performance like that before, so I did not know fully what to expect.

I sat in the audience, enraptured. I felt the music like a gust of wind, a spray of mist, a bolt of lightning. And through all of that, I felt her touch.

Afterwards, she took me to meet some of her colleagues. That was when the nerves started to go and the insecurities began to creep in. When they asked what I did for a living, I said I was an "entertainer." And when they asked for more details, I had to change the subject. Eventually she noticed my growing discomfort, and we quietly made an exit.

I know she loves me as I am, and I in turn love her for that. But sometimes I feel like I am never enough.