Dear audience,
As Fall slowly enters the last phase, and falling leaves are covering the ground, winter is almost here.
For those dark evenings, where we are used to opening books, and letting the storytelling of past times begin, your truly dedicated reporter has drawn from the book of mysteries a small time stamp of romantic fairy telling, a written piece inspired by the Sonata No. 8 of Peter Bille Larsen (Porcelain Snowflakes).
We hope that you will take the time to set life on hold for a moment. Hold your breath and for once, at those seldom times, take a minute out to read a real romantic history, inspired by musical emotions.
The crackling embers from grandfather’s fireplace danced across the living room much like the lightening bugs that circled the old tree in his yard. While grandfather rocked lazily in his reclining chair in the corner, swirls of smoke gently rolled from his cigar. I heard a faint noise in the distance, one that awakened my curiosity as I had never heard it before…
Wrapped in my blanket and oversized pajamas, I was drawn toward the sound of delicate piano chords singing an unfamiliar melody. As I made my way down the narrow hall, adorned with grandfather’s memorabilia, the sound intensified in strength, perhaps I am just a little bit closer to solving this mystery sound.
As I reach for the door knob of a room that grandfather told me never to enter, a cool chill brushed past my arm and I glanced behind me to make sure that grandfather did not notice. I smiled to myself, feeling excitement for the mystery that was about to unfold; I wrapped by blanket tighter and for a moment debated whether or not I should go further, to find out what was inside. What was grandfather keeping hidden behind the door? What could it be that was creating such a beautiful sound, so rich and full of beauty? Why, it couldn’t be something that deserved to be hidden behind a door, kept in secret.
With a heavy sigh and cool burst of determination, I took once last glance back and still grandfather was, rocking slowly, gazing into the fireplace, his cigar significantly smaller than when my journey began. I then placed my hand on the cold, door knob and turned it, I slowly walked inside.
That’s it! The music I heard down the hall quickly sped up, as if it somehow knew its secret had been uncovered, yet it emerged like a butterfly, swirling around me, engulfing me like the wind during a blizzard, catching my breath, measure by measure. I walked closer, to get a better look and my eyes beheld a dainty music box, trimmed in gold and sprinkled with glitter and intricate artwork. The music box was open and I squinted my eyes as I wondered how could grandfather possibly not notice the music playing? Or maybe he did…
On top of the music box appeared to be a princess with a beautiful white dress on, her hands placed in a cozy muffler, and her bright red hair showed itself from underneath a winter cap. Indeed a stunning sight to behold, I wondered just how old this music box was and wondered why grandfather had not placed it in the living room with the rest of his memorabilia. I moved in for a closer look and notice that the music box had a small engraving on it; the message read “To my dearest Mirabel, May you for ever dance among the finest stars and may you always sparkle like the winter’s gleam”. As I read the engraving, the music slowly drifted off and I noticed that grandfathers recliner had ceased to rock.
Peering through the somewhat frosted window behind desk where the music box was placed, I noticed what appeared to be a shooting star, darting through the sky, remembering how my grandmother and grandfather would dance merrily around the old tree outside while I chased lightening bugs. I cannot remember the last time I saw a shooting star…Returning back to this moment, I realized that it was too cold outside to chase lightening bugs, and grandmother was no longer here.
We hope you have enjoyed a brand new way of interpreting music in an artistic, experimental and creative fashion.
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