I know that the fact I’m making it makes me inseparable from it. But I want to be separated from it also. And it’s the nature of what’s in it: This music is about something so interior or raw. And then that makes you shyer about sharing it even though you’re making the choice to share it.
“Where now are our ardent prayers? Where now are our best gifts — the pure tears of emotion which a guardian angel dries with a smile as he sheds upon us lovely dreams of ineffable childish joy? Can it be that life has left such heavy traces upon one’s heart that those tears and ecstasies are for ever vanished? Can it be that there remains to us only the recollection of them?”
Leo Tolstoy | Childhood