One day I'll be able to relax a bit, and try and become a good composer.
The model of a composer.
These two are not two, love has made them one. Amo Ergo Sum! And by its mystery each is no less but more.
I liked the opera very much. Everything but the music.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful.