I don't play
the piano to make me known, I play to make an expression.
The Thought
I still have
chances, I still have time, to do the right, to do the desired, to do my heart tells me what to do.
I am an artist,
but I am not a professional artist not a performing artist, I am an original artist.
I know although
I have been naive all along ever since, I have been seeing beautiful humanity, so I tell me, I wouldn't feel sorry for myself being naive! But then when I wake up to reality, seeing beautiful humanity through me being naive is just a dream!
It's a home
I go there, just like the home I come here.
I am living
every day.
I do not
live in fear, I live with the time.
The question is
how do I know when truth is not the casualty?
Although
I am insistent on truthfulness, I am insistent on being truthful only when truth is not the casualty.
I am a pianist and
I play for the compassion with me, the peace of me, the silence in me. Am I a musician?