the sound of the piano decays.
it cannot be sustained. I let it loose time and   again.
it appears by disappearing; starting to disappear   just after the attack. 
in disappearing it begins to live, to change.
the piano: an instrument, that allows me to hear how   many ways sound can disappear.
there seems to be no end to disappearance.
I can hear, how listening becomes the awareness of   fading sound.
                
            
                  
        A study of decay -- minimalist brilliance!