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  • "I'm a musician," he said, "and this is what I do. If I was a physicist I would have found, or even invented an equation that would produce your name as a result and draw the beauty of your face in a graphic. But I'm a musician, and this is how I express beauty. Honestly, with you on my mind, it is so easy to sit at the piano and start playing what I feel, what I see. What you hear is what you are to me: to my eyes, this is you."


    Today was the first time in years when I have wanted to hold my tears, but I have not been able to. You played three chords on the piano, and I completely forgot who and where I was. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was only you, me, and the music. The rest of the world, whatever it wanted, could wait.

    Your hands were only shaking.
    I was collapsing on the inside.

    I surrendered to the music.

    I cried.

    *p.s: I only realized there were knockings on the door when I heard this recording for the 2nd time.
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