Perhaps that's just how it should be. A hesitant beginning, some painful silence, a first hollow note. Some trembling hands on a keyboard, not knowing how to start. Then, as inspiration fills the emptiness, the tones become more confident, more firm. They head where fingers lead them to, along an invisible but enchanting path. A melody is born out of nothing, like the goddess Venus stepped out of the washing sea waves. Let me close my eyes and inhale this sound for a while.
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