Darling,
No, it's not make-believe. All the rush, the heartbreaking and at the same time heart-lifting passion, the craziness, the breathless moment that never stops from being grandiose, exhilarating and magnificent to you... no, you are imagining nothing. It's alive, and it's as much earthy at it is godlike. Sumptuously losing yourself in a note that has ended moments ago, stopping your breath in order to feel more, to touch the silence, to taste the vibration that it creates in the eyes of your public... it's not a shame, my darling, and it's alright to admit it: you live for these moments. They are opulent and modest simultaneously, they are your fountain water, your tropical fruits, your bread and your finest champagne. There is nothing to explain about it. There is everything to explain about it... But to begin with, let me tell you: I understand you. The excitement, the perfection of that dazzling excitement just puts the tip of its fingers on your purest corner of soul. That corner that is always in prayer and in levitation towards the sky. That corner that gives birth to all your instincts and that knows no touch of the ration. That corner that produces only love and knows no pain, but knows how to surrender to the most painful cry of the universe, if the music says so.
You live for the thrill and the struggle of being that corner of the soul only and nothing more.
That makes you an artist.
That makes you everything that you need to be.
Follow that, allow only that to shiver your existence.
Anything that is not that, is not your mission in life.
Maybe ego, maybe a moment of feeling lost, but not your highest mission.
Remember that I believe you. Because I feel the same way.
And if someone else doesn't believe you, it's because they don't have it in themselves.
Allow yourself to drown in it, no matter what.
Yours faithfully,
Your music teacher
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