The music has no type... It is music!
We live in the era where everything must
have a type, it has to distinguish, to be
different from one another.
Only to be there... That hiatus between us.
I love music. The melodies, the voices, the
pauses between the notes. Your voice, my
own as i only listen to it, coming from within.
The rain, every single breath, the hand when
it hits the table with anger, the caress of love,
the genuine smile.
Everything for me is music... It is music too.
I feel that expresses me, everything that is
pure, real, from the source. The moment...
Every moment is an experience. Every time i
listen to the music from scratch, as your first
dive in crystal clear, cool water every summer.
Like your first kiss...
So echoes the music, so is my music. Because,
it is mine, each one of the notes... Such as
belongs to you, such as belongs to each one of
us individually and to all together simultaneously.
So is the music. So is life.
...Special for everyone, so special, that unites us.