i see... performance.

Stage...
Grand Piano...

Glanced and caught my Dear Superman’s smile. Cute lumpy.
Looked at the crowd.
Walk on stage...
Audience... friends... family... supporters... critics... strangers... musicians... people... God... angels, maybe...
They’re watching.
Piano stool... pedal... ivory shine...
Black and white... day and night...
Melody... harmony... emotion... technique... my fingers, they dance... how utterly fascinating...
Sadness... gladness... sorrow... bitterness...
Guilt... remorse... love... letting go...
New hope... visions... fading light... lonesome night...
Happy endings... sad ones... Exciting things... boring ones...
Melody... harmony...
Exhilaration... oomph... intensity... WOO.
Audience... applause...
Chords... melody... harmony...
Life.

Really? What’s life to me? Performance. That's it?
I dunno. I'm still figuring out.

But i DO so LOVE piano... and performance... and the stage... WOO. Love it. Absolutely. =]

Thank God i love Him more. =] Father in heaven... have Your way, because, as i pray, may Your will be done. =] huggies Father.

u know, sometimes i was thinking, was it inappropriate to hug my Father in heaven... hm... cos perhaps He's just SO divine and so holy, that He shouldn't be touched by me. is that true? hm. ponder ponder... well. i do wish i can hug Him... i like DearDear's hug, but i betcha God's hug feels WAY better. HARHAR. =]

mooakx.