Chopin's Heart-Breaking Vals Brillante:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDUp66y4__c
Holyrood Episcopal Church, right at the entrance door, I came across an unfortunate homeless woman sprawling on the floor.
Shipwrecked, she could scarcely carry on the load of her hard existence: Rains and Storms, Disappointments she has escaped a lot --but, for how long?
This is the same poor woman whose sad poetry, Where-I-Come-From, had moved me to think about the meaning of life. I come across homeless people all the time, and some, to my surprise, are in possession of noblest feelings: Philippians 04:08.
Last Saturday, as I was practicing Chopin Waltzes (28 years later), Mary came forward to speak her heart with the sad music of Chopin: the melancholy side of life.
While playing a sad melody, between the Sad Waltzes of Joy and Loss, Mary felt moved to reciting a disheartening poetry:
"Where-I-Come-From" ~ poetry by Mary
Her poetry was alike patriotic and elegiac, beautiful and sad.
1-* Sunny Days:
She was born to Irish Immigrants, and like a great American family, seeking New Seashores --the Flashy Horizons of Opportunities-- they had pursued their dreams with all the inspiration of heaven on earth: life, liberty, happiness. They bought a house, and thus was born a beautiful little girl named Mary.
2-* Rainy Days:
Her poetry sounded like a "panegyric" or an elegy to a great human being.
Mary has a heart for Chopin's Waltzes, and she is admirably imbued with loftiest feelings for the other sad side of existence.
3-* Storms:
While she recited her "where-I-come-from poetry," all of a sudden, she broke into tears and, in a fit of rage, left the disheartening scene as though overcome with mixed feelings of pity and indignation.
Mary's unfortunate train of circumstances could break the heart of any good mother.
---But who would care for her life?
Mary, as today, is probably reaching her late 40s. The bloom 🌺 of her former pretty face is gone, but her jovial smile has not yet forsaken her. She still smiles for the gift of life. When I finally played the last rolling notes in Valse Brillante, Mary's face sparked with Faith and Hope.
FAITH:
Nevertheless, she is still in possession of a sensible mind: rich in precious memories, and most importantly, a sensitive soul for the beautiful music of Frederic Chopin.
- Do you believe in God?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDUp66y4__c
Holyrood Episcopal Church, right at the entrance door, I came across an unfortunate homeless woman sprawling on the floor.
Shipwrecked, she could scarcely carry on the load of her hard existence: Rains and Storms, Disappointments she has escaped a lot --but, for how long?
This is the same poor woman whose sad poetry, Where-I-Come-From, had moved me to think about the meaning of life. I come across homeless people all the time, and some, to my surprise, are in possession of noblest feelings: Philippians 04:08.
Last Saturday, as I was practicing Chopin Waltzes (28 years later), Mary came forward to speak her heart with the sad music of Chopin: the melancholy side of life.
While playing a sad melody, between the Sad Waltzes of Joy and Loss, Mary felt moved to reciting a disheartening poetry:
"Where-I-Come-From" ~ poetry by Mary
Her poetry was alike patriotic and elegiac, beautiful and sad.
1-* Sunny Days:
She was born to Irish Immigrants, and like a great American family, seeking New Seashores --the Flashy Horizons of Opportunities-- they had pursued their dreams with all the inspiration of heaven on earth: life, liberty, happiness. They bought a house, and thus was born a beautiful little girl named Mary.
2-* Rainy Days:
Her poetry sounded like a "panegyric" or an elegy to a great human being.
Mary has a heart for Chopin's Waltzes, and she is admirably imbued with loftiest feelings for the other sad side of existence.
3-* Storms:
While she recited her "where-I-come-from poetry," all of a sudden, she broke into tears and, in a fit of rage, left the disheartening scene as though overcome with mixed feelings of pity and indignation.
Mary's unfortunate train of circumstances could break the heart of any good mother.
---But who would care for her life?
Mary, as today, is probably reaching her late 40s. The bloom 🌺 of her former pretty face is gone, but her jovial smile has not yet forsaken her. She still smiles for the gift of life. When I finally played the last rolling notes in Valse Brillante, Mary's face sparked with Faith and Hope.
FAITH:
Nevertheless, she is still in possession of a sensible mind: rich in precious memories, and most importantly, a sensitive soul for the beautiful music of Frederic Chopin.
- Do you believe in God?
