When You Play, Never Mind

The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

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.

It Was An Unforgettable Picture To See Chopin Sitting At The Piano Like A Clairvoyant, Lost In His Dreams; To See How His Vision Communicated Itself Through His Playing, And How, At The End Of Each Piece, He Had The Sad Habit Of Running One Finger Over The Length Of The Plaintive Keyboard, As Though To Tear Himself Forcibly Away From His Dream.

Nature Best Teaches How To Pray, And How To Reverence All The Gifts The Almighty Has Given Us. She Is Like A Vast Outspread Handkerchief, Embroidered With God's Eternal Name, On Which We May Dry Alike Our Tears Of Sorrow And Of Joy; She Turns Weeping Into Ecstasy, And Fills Our Hearts With Speechless, Quiet Reverence And Resignation.

For Me, Music Is Always The Language Which Permits One To Converse With The Beyond.