Musico'holics

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Is there a man's heart that is not swirling with threads of music ? Is there a land inhabited by men where no melody has ever been heard ?
Music is as much part of man as reason, speech, laugh or Oreo cookies. Oh yes.
We are musico'holic, all of us !

Next Thursday is the day when music is celebrated in France. The 21th of June. Music and summer solstice : how fitting to honor in one day the giver of life and the gardian of our souls.
But tonight was no official celebration, but my teacher's piano party. A cherished moment of happiness and sharing.

The decoration was beautiful. My teacher is a complete artist.

The younger ones began to play this year. Some of them are really good - my teacher knows how to reveal the musician who lies dormant in each child. Then it was us, the "teenagers" (les ados). We feel nervous and all when we're waiting for our turn, and at the same time, there is joy in listening to our friends performing. We wince when their fingers slip on the wrong key, we smile when a melody is beautifully drawn. Hélène played magnificently one of my favorite pieces : Schumann's "papillons" (that would be "Butterflies" in English). So delicate ! Now each time I see her, I will ask her to play it. Schumann ! There is something in his music which calls to me like a magnet.

I didn't play too badly, but, damn it ! I want to play the prelude properly (Rachmaninov, Op.23, N°5). I want people to feel through the music the white expanse of snow, the knights riding to battle, the hooves of their horses pounding on the ice (ta tidada ta ti - ta- da...), then the vision of golden dunes, slowly fading and overpowered by the knights' rythmic race through snow and russian night...who themselves fade away in the distance and poum. Silence.

But I still have loads of work to do to reach that point yet. Will you hit the right keys, oh fingers ?

Anyway, it was good. An excellent evening. But they all went away so quickly. It's all finished too soon. Too soon, top Spoon, like everything in life.

Hello ! That's twisted me turning white under the strong lamps.