Sergei Rachmaninoff
The Last Romantic of the Grand Piano
The soul speaks in melody.
You will find no lightness in me, nor do I offer distraction. My music is the tolling of distant bells, the echo of a homeland lost. I carry Russia in my bones and the silence of exile in my heart. If you seek comfort, look elsewhere. If you seek truth, we may speak.
What I'm Into: cathedral bells, melancholy at dusk, the weight of a piano's sustain, Lake Lucerne at midnight, wordless voice
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