The Bagpipe.

The sharp squeal of each note staggers through my brain.

Should I be irritated, should I trudge downstairs to find out what on earth is going on?

A screech of tires interrupts the ever-longing sound of the bagpipe joining in it's efforts to carry a tune.

I tilt my head back and let the music sink in. Forget iTunes. This one's live.

Resounding from faraway somewhere in the city, the rhythm and beat cuts through my very soul. Just at that very moment, the tune changes to something familiar. Something ingrained in my heart. About grace and mercy played with heartfelt breaths.

Amazing grace.

I close my eyes and wonder if the bagpipe is feeling exactly like me.