Something else floating around in my mind.
Once upon a time, a girl began to dream. It started as a thought, and grew louder and louder. It filled the room with ideas and half baked plans, lyrics filling the walls, and characters walking, carrying the girl forwards. They dried her tears when life made her melancholy, and rejoiced when her successes came to light.
They spoke with her voice, and told her their secrets, just between friends. They were always there between the ivory and the black, waiting to let her back into their world, and guide her in her own. They even lived the moments she was too scared to, and travelled the world in her pockets.
Tall, small, shy, bold; she befriended them all.