Ramblings on notes and snow..

Dark is all I can see out side my window. Dark and the ever so often glimpse of white fury, swirling in its own madness. The constant pounding of wind and ice against my window is the only reminder I have of the cold outside.

Here I am, warm and just slightly tired, reading by the light of my computer screen. The soft light of the lamp in the corner really is useless for reading, but it does add a certain warmth to the room.

I really should be doing some of the piles of homework I have laying around, instead of sitting here writing random words. But of course I'm not. Instead I'll put it off as usual and then stress about getting done in time. I don't really care though, I haven't written for so long and it just feels good!

Chopin has been playing through my pandora station for a little while and as always his music strikes something in me that sends shivers down my spine. There have been very few classical artists who have affected me the same way Chopin has. Certain aspects of his music about a specific phrase or stanza, seem to tell a story. As I listen I can see the story unfold in my head.

This is what makes the music so much more beautiful and real. The chords and intervals of his music are like life, they can change from the joys of childhood to life's bittersweet memory's in so short a time. It's not about the fingering or perfecting the technique of a phrase, because as I listen to music like that I hear only timing and precise fingering.

This is not what I wish to hear. Play for me the notes of life and love between those cleft lines. And don't skip over the bitter notes because they are what make the rest sweet.