PianitisimoForte

I wish life could be one long beautiful piano piece, full of trills and fortes and pianitisimos... Something interesting and fun and sad and haunting and lovely.

It would go on for eternity, ever repeating, ever inventing, ever Becoming.


Why is it the only time I really feel alive is in the arms of a friends, or when I'm listening or creating Music?

I just don't get it anymore.

Posted: February 17, 2005