Music

Oct. 18th, 2008 at 11:31 PM

The emotions will surface at some points in life. As for me, it happens when playing piano. During the normal day, I try to wring the answer of life from the unknown -- that's impossible, actually -- what I figure out is the fake. That's not a real answer. Not what I want. However, the time being with music is so different. I love it, and the encounter which happened long time ago has been stamped on the recess of my memory.

Sometimes I have a ghostly regret about the fact that I can't play violin. I had the chance to learn, but I chose piano. Actually I could learn both of them. However, I didn't realize how beautiful violin is then.

The moment I played the first note when I was five, I was hooked.

The art of music often rests on the subtlety of notes and emotions. For me, there is not a grain of evil in the field of music. A fascinating performance may dissolve all your anxiety and fears. If the notes were varnished with blue, then you'll have a feeling of sadness. The emotion lingers, and sometimes even sparks your passion.

A creation exploded into a masterpiece may be pooled the musician's life-long experience. After all, music is beautiful, and it's also fathomless. It's difficult to quantify its scope as well as its deepness.

Literary Quotes - Ann Rice

Oct. 15th, 2008 at 5:34 PM

Marius:

"Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal and immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers that have already shaped in their own minds -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner."