BUSONI INDIAN FANTASY

My goodness, my master , listened to your music each piece  three times , but every time I think about  things that are not the same, you really gave me a hard test :
I I I were  a cloud, unrestrained in the sky. I  were  a fish playing in the sea . I  were a horse galloping  towards  the wind  on the prairie. I  were a flower  shining   myself in the sun . But who am I ? Cloud ? fish? a horse, or a flower? Ah , I was just me in the room looking out the window listening to your wonderful  BUSONI Indian  Fantasy ,  indulge in my own illusions ...