Appassionata

there's something intensely unreal about the piano. a collection of wanting and yielding to the finer sense of thought. it's felt in the diaphragm and leads to believe your soul is creating this bell of sound and motion.
what it would mean to play these things. pulling in slowly with warm watered hands dancing sweetly upon the goosebumps of others. maddening their desire for the ever conditioning climax that circles, touches briefly, then whisks away again in proper anticipated movements.
make me the bell tower and ill give you sovereignty.

 

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Lizt was a mad cat, and I don't envy any student who has to learn his etudes. But they do truly raise even the already transcendent piano to new heights.