Wouldn't it be nice if there weree a planet where the sound of rain falling is like Bach?" he says.
"Yes, Planet Bach," I respond.
He smiles -"Yes", he murmurs- picturing it, hearing it.

The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I'm drenched but I can't move.

There is much more to playing the clavier than playing written music. Do you realize with accompanying there is often nothing written out but the bass line--the left hand? There might be a few notations as to a suggested harmony, but it is up to me to fill in the music, at the proper volume, style, and harmony for the soloist--often instantly. I've heard it said that Bach questioned wether the soloist or the accompanist deserves the greatest glory.

The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.

What I'm dealing with is sound. I don't pretend to be dealing with music. I'm just dealing with sound elements, textures and sounds.

I like rain, actually.