Honey from your sonata.

How beautiful it was, I can assure you that the more I listened to him the more I fell in love with her, it was as if the same angels played that song, I fell in love with that sonata, that sweet honey that loomed behind each note, I fell in love with the way his fingers moved to The compass of each note... I can assure you that I loved her and if I killed her to protect her, I loved that tune, I could not stop listening, I did not want to stop listening, but she did not understand, I did not understand my crazy way of loving those notes, then yes, I kill her, but Matt so that nobody ever To listen as it was mine alone... I will tell you from the beginning to understand me and so can not discriminate me for loving and jealous...

The most beautiful sonata I have ever heard I met her by sheer destiny as it was not my intention to go to that little enclosure where she was touching; Since I was a child I was always a lover to music and more to the classical, the piano among all was my favorite, the way I could go from a high and sharp tone to a low and serious tone in a matter of a second, with just a hand movement , it was magical, beautiful and magnificent the way in which the pianists told stories through their hands, made me feel that I was in another world, was something indescribable... And more when I hear her play for the first time.

As I told them it was mere destiny to hear her play since she did not know how magnificent masterpiece was playing in that place that did not show her full potential, because I know she could tell better stories if she was left... But well I have heard about this place for a while now that would open its doors soon and the best thing is that it was a few blocks from my house, so I decided after a long time to go, and in my life I have to say that I have been able to make the best decisions in the world; At first sight was a place that offered like everyone else, although this was more misaligned, looked like a more vintage place and for my misfortune those places only called children who fashioned them "liked" that kind of thing, but good everything is for the music , so come in, I asked for a table, I sat down and ordered only a black coffee without sugar, since you never know where that kind of sugar came from, I started to take it and when I turned my head I saw it, I saw as it sat on the piano, it was a piano like any other , but she... She was unique in her kind, she was just her.

I do not know if first I fell in love with his eyes, her or his sonata, but what if I can assure is that she did not come out of my head, felt like my mind did not want to remove it, felt like she was still inside me, in my heart , in my soul and spirit and did not want to leave there, she and only she was inside me, it was magical the way he told me the story of his life, as it was a sonata that I had not heard so far, just wanted her , she and more nobody, wanted me to play for me all my life, that was mine her life and every move and note that came out of it.

I went home after I played the last song, this was not one of his authorship, but it was one of my favorite songs Beethoven's moonlight and felt like in his eyes could show the strength that made him feel that song, was a way that did not perceive well every MO Vimiento I was doing, but what if I looked at how his body reacted to these notes, with each crechendo and each minute his figure changed and made me fall in love with her, was a goddess at that time and she knew , I knew that everyone in that place was watching her and only her and that was killing me inside, only I could watch and listen to it, so it was until culminated that piece and its figure was again as in the beginning, was the most beautiful intonation for that piece... She only thanked everyone for the attention and went... He just left without even looking at me, but it didn't matter since he was in love, even if it was the last thing he did.

When I came home I did nothing but think about how I had touched that girl, that muse, I can not help saying that it is the most beautiful intonation for so beautiful and complex piece, but still did not understand that he wanted to show his body every time he played , so I decided to go until I understood what that song meant to her.

And so it was, I went every day for the next two weeks, the girl always left the best for the end, left her most beautiful piece to delight and leave the public asking for more, she knew what this business was like. But I still don't understand what that song means to her, I do not understand why his body reacts in such a way, I still could not deduce and that killed me inside, I had to know, I had to help you overcome that piece and every time you touch it feel something di Stinto, I needed to be me you thought to play, I wanted to be me at all costs.

And so it was, I went every day for the next two weeks, the girl always left the best for the end, left her most beautiful piece to delight and leave the public asking for more, she knew what this business was like. But I still don't understand what that song means to her, I do not understand why his body reacts in such a way, I still could not deduce and that killed me inside, I had to know, I had to help you overcome that piece and every time you touch it feel something di Stinto, I needed to be me you thought to play, I wanted to be me at all costs.

So long that I spent it in that place I realized that she always left that place alone, alone with no one to accompany her and that worried me, but in a way made me happy, because it meant that I had no one in his life or that made me believe; So one day I decided to leave a note on the place where he created art, a note on his piano, which said:

 "My little star pianist, you have me in the farthest galaxy with your interpretation of my favorite piece, what I wanted to ask you is what does that piece mean to you? I have had this doubt since I saw you playing for the first time, because for me brings memories that are somewhat unpleasant, and not so much that, but I think you've been through the same thing, and if you wonder how did you notice this? That's because I look at every shape your body makes every time you play... That song so beautiful but sad at the same time has millions of meanings that people who see you play would never discover, even if you put it in front of his face, so tell me small what makes you feel to play this song? Who or what do you remember? If something does not lie to you is that I really am interested in you small, you are that does not leave my head and what I want is to get to understand tea and make you forget what hurts you to fall in love every time you touch...