If your first thought,
when the sun rises is to make music, do everything.
You can make it your life.
Music feeds you.
She needs to be fed. You have all you need.
Not more, not less.
Moving Spheres.
It doesn't betray. It doesn't forget.
It knows only the scent of love.
Music and love. Music is love.
So deep, so pure.
When these things get together, nothing can stop them.
It's silence. It listen. It things.
Music. Flowers. Echo. Summer.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN