I Am So Fresh In

People Compose For Many Reasons, To Become Immortal; Because The Piano Happens To Be Open; Because They Want To Become A Millionaire; Because Of The Praise Of Friends; Because They Have Looked Into A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes; Or For No Reason Whatsoever.

The Flame That Is Naturally Clear Always Gives The Most Light And Heat. If I Could Blend My Talent For Poetry And Music Into One, The Light Would Burn Still Clearer, And I Might Go Far.

My Symphonies Would Have Reached Opus 100 If I Had But Written Them Down... Sometimes I Am So Full Of Music, And So Overflowing With Melody, That I Find It Simply Impossible To Write Down Anything.

Can That Which Has Cost The Artist Days, Weeks, Months And Even Years Of Reflection Be Understood In A Flash By A Dilettante?

Only When The Form Grows Clear To You, Will The Spirit Become So Too.