Friday, September 17
My dear man
I have a confession no other man, no other person can bring me to the place you bring with prelude suite number one. Today it took me right to you. I am by your side, i am plain, but i am there listening to every detail, i have picked up the sheets you have thrown away, ironed them out with my cast iron. anything about me that was beautiful has now faded but when you play i become her, the girl, the woman, feminity herself. I could stay by your side for always, yes i have sat by anothers side when i was young it was tchaikovsky, then there was the time when the rain fell i strolled with chopin, and the time i cried in mozart's arms so many moments you see i can not lie but today it is you and only you. i know what you must be saying how fickle i am, but truth is i know that you would soon bore of me....listen my love how wonderful a gift you have given me.