"I love walking in the rain, cause no-one knows I'm crying"

I'm sitting downstairs in the artist backstage stage area and the concert will be starting in few minutes. The band was already upstairs and my manager entered the room and told me to go up to the stage because the audience is waiting for me.

I looked into the mirror and said a little prayer as I always do and went upstairs.

The curtain opens through a ghost hand and I am in the middle of a lighted stage and the people are giving me a long applause. I always start my concerts alone seated at a grand piano with a candle burning and perform John Lennon’s song “Imagine”. I’m very blessed to be a musician with a message.

Later when the concert is finished, I'm blessed yet again by listening to the people say, “Oh he is better than his CD’s, and he was awesome”!

What is much more important for me is, when I can bring a light and hope for few people, and cause them to think about their lives, and what they can do to make a positive difference in their families, neighborhoods and in our world. I also pray that my music have a lasting impact on people and that as they play my CD's, they would be inspired to create changes that benefit others in this life. My concerts end with my song “Thank You”, and after 4 encore songs I finally end with Andraé Crouch’s song “Through it all”

Later when all the people are gone out of the theatre and the technical guys start to clear the stage, I love to sit alone at the grand piano and make a concert for myself. This is when I get new ideas, and experience being very close to God. It's very peaceful, spiritual time for me.

After the lights go off in the theatre I love to walk by myself back to the hotel.

Sometimes I feel happy and strong and think I can change the whole world but sometimes I feel like a clown who did his show, giving my fans the Wolfgang they paid to see making them happy but at the same time nobody really cares about me and my feelings... and when I'm walking through the rain, no one sees the little tears run through the make up and over my face becoming one with the rain puddle and finding their way into the next canal.