he gets angry so i don't have to. notes are dark and low, indulging in something painful and unspeakable. the scales and chords are pervasive into the soul, speaking to the tragic hero in me. bits transition smoothly into melodic and major runs and whole pieces at times, but the dissonance discord disparate motif of his work is never betrayed. and through a few nocturnes or a rare piano sonata (i like the one in C minor) the bad feelings in me are addressed and slowly massaged out. the knot in my chest softens and the lines in my forehead smooth and i take a deep breath and release it, taking strength not in my anger but my ability to feel.
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