Once a piano, once me, and many of my stories. What's in songs, what's between them. It's hard to sing about one, easy to joke about the other.
I'm happy about the ending summer because autumn brings me the much-needed focus, and I can invite the listeners to closed halls where no one disturbs anymore to experience each other.
Familiar songs about lost keys will sound for the listeners, and new ones about two people meeting in the middle of winter.