I have lived through the sounds known and passed the ones unknown. It was past that brought me sound to mind, and I was there to let it hold true; It is this, the beautiful music of Alexander Scriabin that brought and continues to bring joy. The music, a disease, will fill you up and let you be, let you see, and set you free. It is the music that will grow parasitic and, like a drug, will envelop your body, your soul. What will be left? This drug will capture your mind, your self. You will helplessly cease. Grieving, your parents will stand over your departed body, a body robbed of life, yet given life’s most precious belonging, the flood of elation, the music of Scriabin.
True Bright Blossom 
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