Now that I'm shaping up, things just had to go wrong. In perhaps almost every possible way there is.

Black keys white keys, I'm all confused really. I look at you and I cannot tell if its the right note I'm playing. Or if the piece becomes too hard I should change a song. But that's not cool is it? When you like something enough, you wouldn't want to change would you? And if its something you feel is within your capabilities, you wouldn't would you?

You're a classic Mozart while you're a dream Chopin. I can't decide. While Mozart is friendly and delightful, Chopin is melancholic and intimate. Yet who am I to say you're the dream Chopin for I've barely understood you. I cannot see where you are coming from. For as a Chopin you clearly are pulling on my emotions yet like a Chopin, these are a complex of emotions. How confusing.

Whereas you, as a Mozart, is so obviously carefree. No restrictions whatsoever, just perfect tunes and harmony. But do you tug on my strings just like Chopin do? I like you enough, as a Mozart, but where does that put you? I have the tendency to avoid you though, for I'm sorely afraid I would do you unjust. And I avoid you because it's obvious enough anyway. But I'm confused with you. When I play you, I cannot tell what I'm getting. How confusing.

Black keys. White keys. Give me a tune.

"The emotions are real; the feelings of love are undeniable although you can doubt if he knew what love was. But what basis was it built upon?"