#104 Thank you for my first 1K Flickr followers!

No, life is not only a May day, where everyone dances and sings. Here people part, and wait for happiness, and shed tears. Suddenly an icy wind will blow, and I will freeze from melancholy. But, like wings behind my back, my music will arise. Of course, not everything came true in this flash of years, in the stream of days. But, if something succeeded, thanks to my music. Here the melody sounded, swam, descending from a wondrous height. And two invisible wings take me out of trouble. Everything that is unkind, false, vague, is in a hurry to debunk and dispel. The music flows, from which the soul brightens. The music is circling and will never get tired of circling. Infinite, eternal, wise, from which one so wants to live.