These Two Are Not Two, Love Has

One Day I'll Be Able To Relax A Bit, And Try And Become A Good Composer.

It Is Cruel, You Know, That Music Should Be So Beautiful.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road Toward A House. Slowly You See More Details Of The House-the Color Of The Slates And Bricks, The Shape Of The Windows. The Notes Are The Bricks And The Mortar Of The House.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road.

These Two Are Not Two, Love Has Made Them One. Amo Ergo Sum! And By Its Mystery Each Is No Less But More.