..::Debussy, Claire De Lune::..

When I'm listening to Debussy, it means I'm in a very fragile condition.
A slightest nudge could break me apart.
My fingers seems to dance across the keyboard, back and forth.
My lips seems to utter indistinctly with an unknown bits of sentence.
I cried in my heart.
Try to calm myself by turning the volume up.
Making it burst directly in my ear drums.
Satisfaction!
a classic way to nurture an empty soul.
Somehow, this hollow will not obstruct me from any harm.
I might cut myself. I might fall again and again.
But either way, we should just leave it as it is.
Because as far as I concern, no one knows how to make a music sheet talks, we can just play and listen...