Music is a vulnerable mistress. A mask we wear to bear the very bitterness of our souls.
We embark on journeys of self discovery, only to stumble backwards upon poorly crafted sheet music and quarter note pauses.
Khan Markhan is the milky glass in which you will see your own reflection. Whatever you do, keep your hearts in forward motion, and cease to stare into the burning sun.
Most of all, listen. Just listen.