Invisible Drops Are Falling
Flying gives me the calm to reflect.
Distance provides prospective.
There’s safety in that.
But it’s not the only thing I require to understand the moltitude of shades of what’s in front of me.
Let alone inside me.
Time changes, although I’m aware it really doesnt, but the perception mutates when I fly and when I’m distant.
The illusion of having everything under control is sometimes much stronger thatn it should.
In reality, control is a pipe dream.
So I land.
I land no matter what, no matter where, no matter how.
When the distance is reduced, things appear completely different, almost suffocating.
Excess of detail, excess of proximity.
Reality shifts into a granular sequence of imperceptible elements that are almost impossible to detect.
The easy route would be accepting what’s in front of my eyes, for what it is, for what traditions claim those things to be known as.
But it appears obvious that is never going to be enough.
I land for necessity, to reduce the distance.
I land for the urgence to accept I’ll never have control.
Now rain falls down.
Visible drops are covering everything, with no scheme, no rules.
And yet I feel and believe the drops which are invisible to me are the ones that are shaping me much deeply.
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My piano Notebook. Alessio Nanni
Late night piano performance inspired by cinematic landscapes.
Music coming straight from the heart, a message in a bottle for those waiting to receive it.
Original music By Alessio Nanni
Recorded at White Noise Factory, February 27th 2026
All Rights Reserved. BMI MUSIC