It is that day of the year again. The day for chocolate overdose, big red hearts, teddy bears, roses and all the other crap related to Valentine’s day. And love too. Somewhere else, for someone else. Not for me. If my heart is a lock, I am afraid the key was lost. It is cold and empty inside and only music can pass through the lock. Music, my only real love. Yesterday in Osaka I felt it again. This love will never die. I know, it is immortal.