I love baroque music. As I’m typing this entry, my fingers dance accompanied by Antonio Vivaldi’s La Primavera, The Four Seasons. Like many other arts, his music has a story to tell. True, I don’t listen to this piece often, but when I get to sit down quietly in my office alone, this is one song you’d hear coming out.
The strokes on the violin take your imagination into a different place. Colours and life seem to spring out of the ground…
During the slow and ‘quiet’ moments, your emotions swoop lower and it’s as if you’re flying over a pristine looking lake. You extend your arms to touch the surface. As your hands near it, you swoop higher and higher reaching for the clouds. A choir of men and women draped in white standing and sitting around the clouds pause their harmonic music to wave at you.
As it ends, you return down to the chair you were sitting on, back in the office.
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