Op.21 No.7

A lot of things had happened for the past two months. With the change of my new job, everyday is working, working, and working. There has been a distance between me and my love. Only touch her once per week, maximum twice. I'm losing my touch. I have to pick it up again. Frankly speaking, it's not that I don't have the time to practice. It's when I'm home, I just want to rest, do nothing. Self discipline is important, or there will not be any improvement. I have enough of self reflection. My mind keeps pondering and up till now I cannot find the answer. What's in me ? What's wrong with me ? I very much would like to know. Is it my problem ? Or yours ? It's confusing. One of my previous story writer told me, "Sometimes it's not really your fault. Everything is destined." I knew it all along. I also admit that I pass my judgment too quickly, impatient. I should have gave extra time to see and observe. Is it because I'm sentient about the future and therefore sentence death penalty to it ? I'm surprised that my story writer knew me better, as compared to those other writers, before and after, though our story last only 3 months. But, I'm very glad. Recently has been exploring some Mexican and Espagnol piano music. Unique form of style and character. Music, is still the best cure to untie the knots of the heart. Songs without words are still the best because it's up to your imagination to flow with the music. Lyrics sometimes are too sentimental that makes you tear...............................

Recommended music : Xavier Montsalvatge Concierto breve