The beauty of being shy – PianoTweet no. 474 (Faziolian Summer Series no.9, replay)

(text written on August 7th, 2012)

A person is a habitat of many contradictions.

When observing myself,
I see a part that’s very open and communicative.

On the other hand
there’s a part that loves
to be alone and silent.

The more I think about it,
it appears to be peaceful.
Enjoying a road, so beautiful
to walk as an individual.

One could mention it as being shy.

The beauty of being shy – PianoTweet no. 474 (Faziolian Summer Series no.9)

Fantasy on Fazioli – PianoTweet no. 472 (Faziolian Summer Series, no.7, replay)

(text written on August 3rd, 2012)

Not very often words can tell a deep story,
neither can looks or even body talk.

Personally I consider the musical language
more capable of doing that.

So, today,
listen to the story told by these notes
and let your heart explain.

“Fantasy on Fazioli” – PianoTweet no. 472 (Faziolian Summer Series, no.7)

Shifting – PianoTweet no. 471 (Faziolian Summer Series no.6, replay)

(text written on August 1st, 2012)

Everyone knows
how moods can shift.

From minute to minute.
From month to month.
From July to August.
Or otherwise and in another way.

Moods even shift while playing a new PianoTweet.
(illustrated by shifting bar counts and beats)

Like in real life.
From note to note,
from chord to chord.
Life can change from second to second.

It seems as if sunbeams suddenly change their paths.
As if they’re forced to bow around
another cloud appearing in the Skies.

Shifting – PianoTweet no. 471 (Faziolian Summer Series no.6)

Abilities – PianoTweet no. 470 (Faziolian Summer Series no.5, replay)

(text written on July 31st, 2012)

Some moments I get the feeling that
I have the abilities to reach into the Skies.

Everything is clear:
the moment has come
I understand the basics of All.

Then some moments occur that
this feeling has vanished completely.
My abilities only seem to touch
some lower Clouds.

I have to learn and get used to
those moments and these moments,
shifting all the way.

Meanwhile,
the Skies always will be
and so will the lower Clouds.

And abilities make no sense anymore.

Abilities – PianoTweet no. 470 (Faziolian Summer Series, no.5)

What I dream – PianoTweet no. 469 (Faziolian Summer Series no.4, replay)

(text written on July 29 th, 2012)

What I dream is about
travelling in houses and buildings,
searching for some of my stuff,
hiding for attacks and flying,
free as a bird.

It matters to travel,
it’s about learning and observing.

To search for my things makes me
conscious of my materialism.

Hiding for attacks
means to me that we need peace,
everywhere and for everyone.

To fly is the most happy feeling
I ever experienced.
It’s the ultimate freedom.

What I dream – PianoTweet no. 469 (Faziolian Summer Series no.4)

Summer Tree – PianoTweet no. 468 (Faziolian Summer Series no.3, replay)

(text written on July 27, 2012)

Laying on my back,
under a tree
heavily filled with leaves.

Patiently moved by the wind
every leaf tells about its own life.
Tied to the tree
with all liberty to move.

With sunlight pouring over all colors
creating an eternal change of light.

Both the tree and the leaves,
they make me think of
eternal movements of life –
giving life to life.

Summer Tree – PianoTweet no. 468 (Faziolian Summer Series no.3)