I love Chopin. He's my favorite. I lie here in my comfy bed, headphones on, dreaming of cloudy nights and swirling mists. He makes me feel; his emotion coming through in every note. Whispering now, coaxing, smiling, weeping.
Making me wish I could play the piano.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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He's one of my favorites too. I also like Bach. Didn't used too but Trisha turned me on to him. Did your ears burn yesterday, we talked about you some.
That sounds perfectly dreamy! My favorite way to listen is to stare out at the rain.
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