I sat down to play on the keyboard, there was no keyboard.
The music poured out like an endless pot with a resilient spout.
There is no musical intrument as big as the thoughts and feelings it produces in the hands of a determined player.
My compositions do not have to fit in a tonal plain, they just engage, amuse, arouse and explain.
Where and when, anybody’s guess.
Carrying on, with the best.
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