Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The old piano in the old house

The old piano in the old house 
 Where has the Music that brings us closer to God, and God closer to man, a communion of Creator and creation gone?
Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature - School on Blog

 

I hear Moonlight Sonata, Beethoven on the piano, in deep concentration about a girl wishing to see the moon and the stars in glorious sight even though she was blind;

Music to make the blind see through the inner eye, the deaf to hear through the inner ear - senses cut from the outside world only to be connected to an internal world;

I hear Tosselli's Serenade  in violin in the middle of the night in complete silence except the throbbing of the heart of a lover longing and pleading for the sweetest answer;        


Music is the radiance of the morning sun 'til sunset and into the lovely night for those in love, the kundiman of Abelardo and Santiago, Hating Gabi (Midnight) of Molina;   

I hear Alleluia or the Messiah, the greatest religious song ever written, which Handel composed in isolation for days, emerging with heavenly light on his face;

Music that brings us closer to God, and God closer to man, a communion of Creator and 
creation, an expression of the highest level of reverence to the Supreme Being;    


I hear Brahm's Lullaby the greatest composition that make babies smile, babies crying to stop and settle on their mothers' breast or in their crib guarded by angels;


Music that is universal to baby and mother, the origin of prototype melodies, inspiring our own Lucio San Pedro  to compose Ugoy ng Duyan in a compatible melody;    


I hear Czardas by Monti, typical Russian, vibrant and quick yet romantic and  classical, 
a challenging piece to play with virtuosity on the violin accompanied by piano; 


Music that tests the ultimate of skill in playing a musical instrument, alone and with accompaniment, virtuosity on the stage, flawless and finesse; 

I hear Requiem of Amadeus Mozart, his last and his own, commissioned by an unknown 
patron.  Was he a ghost, or that of Mozart?  Music accompanies us to our grave;  


Music that laments, bringing out the sorrow and pain in the saddest hour, yet kind and soothing, calming the bereaved, releasing them from pain and prison; 


I do not hear them anymore - Beethoven, Tosselli, Handel, Brahms, Monti, Mozart et al - they're no longer around, not in the old house, and the piano is forever silent. ~

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