No Matter What – PianoTweet no. 158 (replay)

(text written on June 7th, 2011)

Remembering old times:

I always changed my way of doing things
when and if anyone worshipped or criticized me or what I did.
Especially in musical issues and choices;
the way I play or compose or perform.

In Dutch we say: “to be everymans friend”,
which means “to please everybody” in following
people’s opinions and trying to act how they want.

But how can I possibly know what other people mean, what they desire?
Not by any means!
Trying, suffering, doing and trying again what others want?
It almost took my life, my entire energy, my personality.

The project of PianoTweets is the ultimate proof of the fact that
I always will follow the voice of my heart,
the direction of my intuition,
the movement of my fingers…

No matter what!

No Matter What – PianoTweet no. 158

Complicated Issues – PianoTweet no. 157 (replay)

(text written on June 6th, 2011)

Our world is beautiful and complicated.
It happens more than once that
all Issues weigh too much for me.
From a point of view of quantity or quality.

By using them
as a subject and
as a source of inspiration
– resulting in expression –
makes me feel good and hopeful.

It keeps my hope alive that
the powerful essence of
Art and Culture
help complicated Issues to be resolved.

Complicated Issues – PianoTweet no. 157

Lift your head up – PianoTweet no. 156 (replay)

(text written on June 5th, 2011)

I lifted my Head up to the Sky for a few seconds…

I saw wonderful shapes of clouds announcing wheather’s forecast;
long tailed lines, white colored,
and then rounded like flowers of cotton.

I saw the artificial tail of a cloud shaped by an aeroplane.

I heard the blackbird talking about his territory.

I saw the fingers in the wings of the crow, flying above my head.

I heard the distant sirenes of an ambulance.

I felt the temperature falling.

I heard a child crying for its mother.

I saw the frog swimming in the pond.

I’m on Mother Earth.

I felt extremely happy.

I lifted my Head one more time.

The clouds shifted their color into bright orange, lazy in the sunset light.

And the frog was gone.

Lift your head up – PianoTweet no. 156

Hidden Love – PianoTweet no. 155 (replay)

(text written on June 4th, 2011)

Don’t know why,
but one of these days
my thoughts suddenly went back
into a strong memory from the past.

During my adolesence
I was desperately in love
with a girl in my class.
But she nearly didn’t notice me.
Yes, she behaved a kind of polite and civilised to me,
but keeping a distance that made me cry so often…

Finally, after all, I got myself together:
I asked her to go skating with me.
I was so surprised!
She said yes and we enjoyed a nice couple of hours.

But I kept my feelings hidden,
I didn’t have the courage to speak out.

And life went on;
what happened that night
took a nice place in my Memory…

Hidden Love – PianoTweet no. 155

Experiment at Large – PianoTweet no. 154 (replay)

(text written on June 3rd, 2011)

In this piece I’m searching, like in my dreams…
I heard a Voice whispering:
“You ought to live the experimental way; solutions are near…”

Physically I had to spread out my hands rather much.
Finding out where are the right notes.
Were they very near?
Or at the edges?

And I also felt an association with heavenly Bells.
Or was it a Choir? Maybe some Voices?

There’s nothing more fascinating than to
follow a dream and hear the sounds in it,
coming from Beyond.

I could do the Experiment,
without the need of finding a solution.
Which is Freedom.

Experiment at Large – PianoTweet no. 154

Soul in Movement – PianoTweet no. 153 (replay)

(text written on June 2nd 2011)

What’s the Soul?
What does it look like?
Where is it?

Questions that have never been answered.
Oh yes:
countless books, philosophies, theories, religions, opinions about it.

Let me try, in all honesty:
about my own “Soul”.

It’s in there, in me.

Sometimes it’s my Guide,
sometimes the Guide gets lost as well.

It’s the Centre of my Being.
And it lives, breathes, sees, feels, talks, thinks, “knows”.
And it’s on its way.

It moves…

Soul in Movement – PianoTweet no. 153