hello...is it me your looking for?

I've been listening. A couple of months ago, we got some new neighbors. It started tentatively, but now I must say it's very very present. Right now, I'm listening to someone pound out the theme song to the Simpsons. I imagine those mysterious hands, moving up and down the keyboard with verve and vigour. It's a truly spirited rendition.

I haven't met this new neighbor yet. Not that I know of, anyway. Sometimes I bump into a new face at the recycling station and I wonder if it's he or she. Spinster type or flamboyant Liberace knock-off? Or young prodigy (most likely Asian Canadian)?

I look at my hands typing these words out right now. I imagine that as my hands move across the keys that I am making the sounds I hear on the other side of the wall.