the mind of a composer

When the keys and the notes and the chords, of  a piece played
speak that of a masterpiece.
A reveal of mind, a state euphoric. Lost. Intricate. A back and forth. Till that eventual thread of notes unimaginable to the listener.
Yet. A familiarity of beauty to the creator.
And thus begs the question...the mind of a composer...the love of sound...living. An organic dynamic progression of feeling, images created in sound.
To try and understand, live the piece, to hear it , to listen to it....
Is once enough?
Twice?
Never...for every time something new discovered.
Timeless.
To dance to it. Cry to it. In silence know it.
Share it with another.
Music.

Classical.

RB.