Amadeus

There's a place that I like to go.
A place for me that no one else knows.
It's full of beautiful sights and sounds.
Full of colors that have not been named.
There are no signs or directions to show you the way.
You have to close your eyes and listen.
You have to let your heart lead the way.

The piano is one of my favorite instruments. The sound and beauty transcends all barriers to tell you a story, to share with you it's inner most thoughts and emotions. All it asks in return is that you lovingly stroke and caress it's beautiful ivory skin.

This is how I feel whenever I hear piano compositions.
This is what I feel every time I listen to Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart, better known as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. I'm transported into another realm where the impossible does not exist and everything can be explained.

In honor of one of the greatest composers of classical music, I give thanks for opening up the boundaries of my world and wish you a Happy Birthday.

January 27, 1756 - December 5, 1791

Mozart's attributed last words:

The taste of death is upon my lips.
I feel something, that is not of this earth.