Chopin has always been the most real sound track of my life. I got to know some of his most popular pieces as a nine year old in Australia when Reader’s Digest sent the CD for my mum. It became my lifeline when I worked in the basement during my first research project in Edinburgh. It is alive. The style resonates with my very being. This particular piece speaks to me in a deep way. It is dramatic, intense and tells a story.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsoUIBcl7iw
These words are the best I can do to visualise this dramatic story:
A bright evening, yellow beams float down through the leaves,
Children play in the garden and the street
A grey afternoon, rain patters down on the roof above us
We sit safe and warm inside
No matter what seasons change
And time changes
I Promise
Life is full of promises for us
A bright evening, yellow beams float down through the leaves,
Children play in the garden and the street
I Promise
Whether there is mortal danger
Or it is as safe as a lullaby.
Lullaby
I will be by your side
.
.
There is fire!
Intense Angst
There is pain
It tears open my heart
There is rebellion
A burning need
Heart wrenching pain
The storm begins
Grows wilder
And wilder
It’s dangerous pitch devastates!
It withdraws
Tsunami’s waves
It recedes
Calms down
.
A bright evening, yellow beams float down through the leaves,
Children play in the garden and the street
I …
In the quieter moments of sorrow
Those memories
My hand on your heart,
The Sun shining…
Life was full of promise
But wait
Things can change
It can be peaceful
How it used to be
Things can change
I’m sure
I tear myself out from memories into action
Forward on!
Another doubt, I delve back into nostalgia
It can be how it used to be
Peaceful and happy
It will pass
Forward on!
Action, conviction
Passionate struggle
To have faith
It hurts but we move onward
Through beating winds and rain
An onward quest
The rain keeps pouring
The rain keeps pouring
Cold and biting
But we keep on
We keep on
Some light, some hope
Brief glimpses, moments of relief
The rain keeps pouring
The rain keeps pouring
Cold and biting
But we keep on
We keep on
We never stop though it may kill us
All for that bright evening,
When yellow rays beamed down through the leaves
And those times.