serendipity

by walterdoege

I go on the road with my sailing boat full of wind in the sails and courage on my heart…the sea is good for travel…for sail…ocean seems serene…with a serene mind I can see the beauty of my gift: life…I am alive…I feel me serene…I sail by chance…randomly…serendipitically…serendipically…as I want to write that loving is a miracle…a matter of faith…too…and faith is a special kind of perception…loving and playing my piano is almost the same experience…while playing…shhhshhh…no past…no future…no thinking…touch the keyboard…sweetly…and gently and with will…play…my road planning turns onsome interpretation…some little composition timing…and performance…living, loving, writing amd playing music is a performatic task…performance requires letting go with the flow of music…improvisation is a serendipity one too….serendipity…a trial by chance…at random…with a subtil direction…an almost imperceptible drive…driving my hands and fingers…so…the so touchable music…not exactly sound…but songs in a shape…melody….rhythm…harmony…with a serene mind…letting musical notes guide my fingers…the music refuses no person…the ocean that refuses no river…the brand-new word…the brand-new experience: love…improvisation…serenity…serendipity…less control…confidence…and confidence in human goodness…I point out this statement in my boat…as I named my boat ‘human goodness’…love and loving…not the piano…not me…in between me and piano keyboard…after the beggining performance…the turnarounding…the music…serendipically sounds so full of warm feelings…and at the end of one performance…the good new: I love, just