I sat on the wooden piano and played the same song I played yesterday while moving my head with the contrapuntal of Bach, trying to get some peace. Trying to stop the black symphony trapped in my head. I stood up, bored of the same old peaceful contrapuntal that reminds me of you . For every song reminds me of your eyes and that bittersweet look you gave me on that patio that afternoon. I stood up and tried to walk nowhere. Ha-I laughed- “not even Bach can make me forget you.” it seems impossible! You hear? it’s the same black symphony playing again in my head, let’s try to play some Bach or Mozart…nah, it’s impossible. But I don’t know if I love you, you are too divine to love, I don’t know if it is even possible for a mortal man… I see you as Michelangelo saw David, maybe…
