in a landscape

i love how you only see the hands of the person who obviously loves the sounds he is transferring from his mind through his body into the piano into the air and back into his body again where the sounds are probably connecting to circles with his desires.
it may be a little bizarre, but his hands strangely remind me of the hands of my dearest movie-murderer from fritz lang´s M: peter lorre. i love his face, his voice, everything about the way he moves.
"will nicht! muss! kann nicht! muss!"
("don´t want to! must! can´t! must!")

but whatever, john cage´s "in a landscape" is just the shadow of a bird in the sky of a blue.