Piano Music for the Stormy-Hearted
The grand, and the crescendoed. The fingers, bone-white and ivory. The hearts of deep metal and the eyes of flashing summer and the faces of gods. Oh, the chest cavity and orchestra; the deep tuba of the last act, the violin on the night path. The cymbal crash when love is sighted. The weeping of the clarinets.
Live with no note too somber, no trill frivolous. And my God, play the keys off it. Wear the pedals thin.