31. August 1987
rian R. H.
I wrote a song today on the piano.
I cried as I heard the notes bend and fuse between and within each other.
Not a hysterical cry, but just enough to dampen my face.
Ebony and ivory making torrential love towards each other, at the power of my hands.
Music, I feel, is my complete 5 senses, in no ways anyone will ever understand.
In the reach of an instrument, I feel safe, finally, from everything but myself.
And that is motivation.
That is drive.
That is the reason why I choose music as my first love.
It will never play me wrong.
My name is Florian.
I live and breathe for this.