Being young and eager, or, more appropriately, stubborn, enthusiastic, anxious, and feverish, I frequently find myself struggling to reconcile passion with creation. I want to accomplish everything me and my subconscious have set itself to accomplish. I sit myself down on my piano bench and dream of symphonies, and operas, and musicals, oh my! I see myself in black and white concert clothes, standing in the midst of Carnegie Hall with its high ceilings and even higher expectations, conducting a tone poem that tears the hearts out of its listeners, a musical poem that in its creation tore out the heart of its creator. But I realize-I am young, I am learning: my heart still has growing to do. How often are we told that patience is the companion of wisdom? OK, I can wait. Practicing and piano sonatas should satisfy my subconscious…for now.