when saints go marching

by walterdoege

it’s the title of a music…a folk traditional music…the author…unknown…the persons!…I play on my piano with emotion…I like this piece…melody….rhythm…harmony….sounds well…when I’m playing…I feel an enthusiasm…a force to go on…an advice to go on…writing is a needness for me…play piano too…the music is not in the piano…nor in me…when I play piano the music sounds great…ringing…loudly…lively…when the saints go marching…my uselesss love I feel…so sweet…so uselees…like my piano playing…as I play for me and for you…let me tell…I like blues and jazz and rock and rolling…in the ocean of joy…joy of mankind…the music…