The slowly rolling notes,
the tones quivering in the air,
changing ever so slightly,
being quotes,
of someone's ideas,
bringing alive softly,
the inner world of the composer.
Touching you inside,
somewhere deep within your mind,
making your imagination alive,
creating ripples that grow into waves,
shivers that go through you,
all the walls it brakes.
Notes floating through your fingers,
giving you feelings, a freedom,
interpetation, a way out of boredom.
Letting it flow freely,
uninterruptedly,
without too much thought or intention,
with passion,
that's being a musician.
Creation.
