--Laura Marco

Cannot Play...

I cannot play ... I need your musical scores, the ones that I have, are no useful to me ... they're forgotten at the . No music sounds, the place is empty, it's just filled with a curious hoopoe, which does not hesitate to eat the remains of the meal, slipped through the hole in the roof, attracted by the food. She's not scared, cause there's no much noise in the place. I need to move my fingers, educate them by sliding on the fretboard ... I've got nothing. I stand frozen in the painting waiting for them, now there is no scene with life, just the colorful hoopoe ... will they come?, will I hear to them? ...