written while and after listening to Theodore Severin Piano Quartet No. 2

I seek eternal sublimity, The supremacy of divine love, Witch only carries me to the purest effort, My will is only to the peaceful work.

He, who conducts me, She, who cares me, I work for thee, I am thee, My will is only to the express the opposite that I am hidden from.

The side of nourishment I chose to wake up with, is the one I deserve, after a long effort. “May I see more, even if I touched the highest, even if I am happily blinded.” I am only blind if I don’t create.

The suffering is reduced to my intentions. The suffering is reduced by my intentions. What culminates on the restoration of death reminders. What restores on the culmination of life preserving,

He, who brings joyful textures, he, who remembers me that our intentions sustains what we call. Words can be the purest, but music, music can sustain the purest. OM. AMEM.