Maestro

He sank onto the bed, exhausted. “Maybe I’ll stop trying to change the world through music. I should just plan a regular concert...safe music...easier programs...” He muttered this as he fell into a deep, coma-like sleep, only to be awoken with plans for the next big “change-the-world event” percolating inside his mind. It was neither safe nor traditional, but it was indeed different – untried – risky, even. More importantly, he was certain it would continue to make a difference, if but one note at a time. He also felt the unmistakable need for a second cup of coffee.