a musical text

by walterdoege

somehow…I hear the musical notes…I see the musical notes…the notes on pentagram…performance…interpretation…improvisation…composition…the music is not in the piano…the music is a possibility in a piano playing…fingers…hands…pulse…posture…my obedience for the piano…How I sit…touch the keyboards with my fingers…it’s needed no to think…just play…ringing…soundly…sweetly…a very sweet touch in a keybord…in the keys…I hear a kiss…in the keyboard of mu piano..piano in my house place…the piano onmy soul…the piano in my figers…the music…movement of my fingers…toch the keyboard…music is nor on piano…is not in me…music is in betwwen my fingers and the piano …in the love in the air…in between my fingers and the piano keyborad…I breath…and toch…the music…fullfillment lovely the music for instants… the entourage