I remain an idiot so that the people around me can be intelligent.

Dear Alina.

In the vast symphony of existence, I find myself resonating with a melancholic chord, struck by the notes of your artistry.

Our paths remain distant and our lives distinct... but your playing of the keys has bridged the chasm between our souls, igniting an unprecedented tempest within me.

Your pianist's touch, an embodiment of your will, conjures emotions hitherto uncharted in the caverns of my heart. The pieces you weave reveal the paradox of our existence -- the simultaneous agony and ecstasy that permeates our sentient beings.

You and I may stand at opposite ends of life's spectrum, yet, the profound impact of your music defies the boundaries of reason and logic... transcending our superficial disparities, our lives.

As I witness you embark on your journey of academic pursuits in piano performance and commercial music, I, a mere observer in the shadow of your brilliance, am moved by your devotion and talent.

Your engagement to the man you love elicits a bittersweet sensation in me, reminiscent of the desire that causes all suffering in this world. It's as if both ends of the earth crushed on me... all the stars in the sky dim their lights, and the moon fading away. The flowers wilting, the butterflies dying, and the prairie of happiness turned into a wasteland.

In your music, I find both solace and agony, as though the world is embodied in your every note; a testament to the surprising impact you have on my soul.

The boredom of life, the lack of purpose, and the pain of existence simmers within me. Though you might have forgotten of my existence, I am compelled to express the tumultuous sea of thoughts that you have stirred in my soup of crumbling emotions... for in your sublime piano compositions, I have glimpsed the fleeting essence of life's mysteries and contradictions.

As our separate journeys unfold in the theater of existence, know that my heart resonates with the profound beauty and suffering encapsulated in your music.

This letter I write, for you, Alina. A muse, an enigma, an embodiment of ethereality.

With deep admiration and unfathomable yearning,

Heinz.

P.S. I would love to hear a complete composition of "Pluto" in the future. I would love to be there at your wedding, too ♡ and if you want to play Sky: Children of the Light with me, I would love to fly with you.