He was only an old man, the first time
I saw him
Walking quietly, slowly, showing his
particular prudent character or maybe just weakness of aging
But then he talk, he taught, he tell
story
He is so warm
My first piano teacher and warmest
friend in Capital
I always wonder his story, what kind
of life he has
And I always interest in story behind
someone, even more pianist
Last time we met, I finally knew his
favorite Musician
Brahms and Liszt
… Liszt
I search many Liszt pieces, because I
didn’t know Liszt
I listen many of it
I want us to analyze pieces together
in the future
And exchanging story like we used to
But he said… He wants to rest
He has illness; he kind of has sixth
sense and told me he feels his time come closer
But he said he’ll still meet me in
this week’s class
And when I prepare to meet him
I met another
Rest In peace, my beloved friend
Even its brief lesson, you taught me
many things
You trust me to play many etudes in
short times
You said I’m good, and you flipped the
book, flipped again, and its only took 2 meeting to me using 2 hands, I barely
belief it
Rest In peace, and wait..
Someday I’ll play Liszt’s for you
And Chopin’s…
My favorite pianist that I supposed wants
you to know last time
But listening your story in that short
practicing time, made me forgot to said that
Rest In Peace
God must be love you more than I do J
*accompanied by Chopin Ballade op.23
no.1
