My betrayed muses I can’t imagine life without music. Althoug | Gregory and the Demons

My betrayed muses

I can’t imagine life without music. Although, it doesn’t seem to be something unique: only seven notes, well, or twelve (black keys matters). Nevertheless, music is our core, at least mine.

Even now, as I write this, I’m listening to music. And if it stops, then I will stop too, right in the middle of a sentence. This is my fuel. The titles of some of my posts are also inspired by music, and the rest, apparently, by books and movies. That is the problem – I can’t be completely faithful to one single passion.

To be honest, I even have my own music, but I won’t show it to you – my fingers have betrayed the piano keys in favor of the keyboard keys, and some secrets no need to be told.