I was lazily browsing around iTunes when it hit me, like a fist in my stomach. I stumbled across Moonlight Sonata and suddenly all my memories of Henrik came over me. How he used to sit in the living room in Solna working on the piano, over and over again. Moonlight Sonata.
At the time I didn't even like it. I never understood the beauty of it. Hearing it now takes me back to that living room, to that time and dear Lord is it beautiful.
Why did he kill himself? Why does it still hurt? Will it always hurt, like this?
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