No love story begins without a musical movement. The conductor is not your heart, but fate hiding its baton, leading you to a musical scale with no stairs. If you don't own the symphony of life, there is neither a "G clef" nor a musical closure.

Music doesn't give you respite; it sweeps you away quickly like life, either a joyful brook or a roaring waterfall taking you to the estuary. It spins you like a frenzied waltz, on its rhythm love stories begin and end. Beware of leaving the dance floor so that life doesn't leave you. Don't mind the notes falling from the solfeggio of your life; they are just notes...