I was deeply, utterly moved by Janáček's Piano Sonata tonight. His music is so strange, I really struggle to follow his thoughts - but I say that with full admiration, rather than as a negative quality. Listening to his Sinfonietta sent me to another world, and the Violin Sonata remains as elusive as ever. What a great composer! Listening to his music feels like drinking a glass of fresh water after a long drought. I don't give him enough attention; his music sort of remains at the fringes of my listening world - but when he comes back, it feels like I'm greeting an old friend who has a lot of stories and secrets to share with me.