I feel like I should smoke a cigarette after I play on the piano.
It's not music
I don't play a song.
There is no constant rhythm
I don't even know what notes I'm playing.
The song doesn't start and it doesn't end
I just pick it up and let it go.
There are no recording devices
This song is for this moment.
And this moment.
And that last moment.
I cry when I'm done
When I'm doing.
I don't know how to play on the piano.
But I play.
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