I was cleaning out my room today and came across four binders crammed with hand-written sheet music. 10,5 kg of sketches! I stored up all this stuff almost since the beginning of my first meeting with written music in late primary school. It was a very sad moment for me as I became aware of all the huge amount of music that have been noted down over the years and put to the side though. I must admit that it’s my greatest regret that I dropped my musical vocation down the hole. I was younger and naive. Nowadays music is my main diversion and I still can’t help composing tons of snippets and drafts. I see over time it’s increasingly difficult to find the time for carrying out a complete and exhaustive work indeed. What’s more, I’m a perfectionist. So at the moment I’m forcing myself not to start anything new before finishing the current projects. Maybe there will be a day when I’ll take that heap of memories into my hands again and try to get the best from it.
Everything’s composed—but not written yet.
W. A. Mozart