When I visited Paris in '99, I went to Chopin's grave. Fresh flowers bedecked his stone and plot. Some visitors had left notes...
What might I add? In the silence there, in my moment to leave something with the composer...I suddenly had my answer. Grabbing a scrap of paper, I wrote..."I promise ...
When I visited Paris in '99, I went to Chopin's grave. Fresh flowers bedecked his stone and plot. Some visitors had left notes...
What might I add? In the silence there, in my moment to leave something with the composer...I suddenly had my answer. Grabbing a scrap of paper, I wrote..."I promise ...