I am the pianist. A pianist that ironically wishes that his piano would play on its own. A pianist without scores...without even the slightest knowledge of what music is...still hopes and wishes to perform.
What is music to him?
Something intagible but it provides the strongest support for him.
What else?
Something that would revolve around his life and make it the most beautiful thing on earth.
Me the pianist, at times would stroll down rows of shophouses selling pianos...
But i would always end up a lonely journey back home...
That is when i will put away my role as a pianist....
Feeling the sense of freedom but also the desire again to play the next melody.
