this RESONANCE of liszt’s march could never be more tranquilizing --- she dares to say it rivals the composer himself in it’s ability to lull her into a deep reminiscence of the years long vanquished ... she admires as his FINGERS dash from ivory key to key, capturing the essence of this piece and it’s unsung tale so PERFECTLY. from the stained-lands of isonzo she had led herself to EDEN. through languid demeanor peaks just an inkling of a sanguinity.
“ kedves --- teach me how to play like this before i leave again, won’t you ? ”
( @aristohoe )











