Everyone thinks I live in a dead silence, but that's not the case. My head is full of music at all times, and I can never be silent. It can only be relieved by writing it down. God fills my head with music. and then? He made me deaf. He made my music accessible to everyone, but kept me out. Is he merciful? //From now on the music will be different. //My dear Anna.. you are the angel of my soul, the only hand that can guide me through the torrent of time. //You gave me the talent, why didn't you let me use it? I didn't ask for this talent, what do you want from me? //Anna: Where does this movement end? --Beethoven "There is no end, it's like running water, stop thinking about the beginning and the end" // Silence is the "key", the silence between the notes. When the heart is filled with stillness, the soul can begin to sing.
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