one snowy february (piano)

20240123 [summer wind]

20240203 [sleepless]

20240204 [disappoinment]

20240130 [belonging]

20240214 [memories]

20240204 [calm]

20240216 [ending]

20240222 [paris]

20240216 [notes inégales]

20240301 [reflection]

20240301 [metropolis1]

20240302 [metropolis2]

20240302 [home]

20240302 [ocean waves]

20240406 [my story]

20240408 [step by step]

20240408 [late promises]

20240414 [starless night]

2019 re-make for full-scale orchestra.
Philharmonic Orchestra.

for Vietnam

MMXX (feat. yukie nakajima)

midnight flight

regrets

one snowy february

johan's waltz

[the world is a lonely place]

the world is a lonely place, and I don't know if I can make it through the night
x 13

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story."

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

the world is a lonely place

Hi there. I'm Alex. 
I'm a contemporary classical composer, now base in Leuven, Belgium.
Thanks for visiting.

Alex Nguyen

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