I cling to the piano like an infant to his mother, a fish to the water, a bird to the sky. With it, I become invisible to all that lies. I am trapped in its freedom, destroyed as it remakes me. Stroke by stroke, failing into ecstasies I cannot live without.

Oct 9, 2025

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