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©View to an Opus
by author E. Motketsan
To truly have lived is to have the opportunity to view an opus. How
does one view an opus? It is different for each person. For some, it
is the tending of a garden while humming their favorite piece of
music. Carefully cultivating the rhododendrons and chrysanthemums as
the symphony plays Morning Mood by Grieg in the back of your
mind. The violin played so elegantly as the bow glides across the
strings to emanate a smooth flow of harmonious sounds. The flute
softly plays the melody as a gentle breeze entices the flower's petals
to sway to the rhythm of the orchestration. The oboe joins the flute
and they take turns expressing the very breath of life as the blue jay
swoops across the garden and soars into the heavens as it appears to
be hearing the same orchestra playing. It glides on a cushion of air
the cello sounds out in a low bass frequency that slowly lifts the blue jay
higher and higher into the clouds of the composer's dreams.
To view an opus one must find the place in nature that tantalizes
all their senses and takes them through a dimension that is not easily
retreated from. Beethoven drizzles aquafied notes from Moonlight
Sonata as you watch the summer rain drop onto the leaves of maple
trees. The clear droplets slowly trickling off the edges and gliding
down the stems as the cloth hammers softly tap the piano's strings.
The gentle tones of sunlight streaming through the mist are reflecting
intonations beyond the atmospheric limitations of mind's spirit, only
to resonate back into the very soul of the listener, making them whole
with nature's glimpse of everything.
To listen to Bach as he demonstrates fall's passage of geese making
their journey south. Air from Suite plays effortlessly as the
Lesser White line up side by side to say their good-byes. These
magnificent white-bodied birds with black-tipped wings circle one last
time as the slow methodical cello performs its final serenade to
accompany the violin as it moves up and down the scale of life. A
sorrowful melody of farewell to old friends who have made their way
into our hearts, but now need to move on as nature continues its
movement of time. The blended tones of strings harmonized together
bring tears to our eyes and we wave one last time to the noble White.
And for the grand finale … there is no piece of music that
demonstrates the pure awe of orchestrated genius more than that of
Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. What better way than to spend a
night traveling on the road, passing through towns as they sleep,
while driving silently across man's paved highways? The low-toned
strings start out soft and low as the night's starry sky is visible
through the open convertible. The music shifts and turns through the
winding road steering into endless paths of concrete. The flute and
violin begin to move faster through the night as the wind streams
past. It settles into a momentary pause to allow the heart to slow its
pace, only to lull the person into a breath-taken fantasy of chords,
so simple, yet so intensifying that the soul has now leapt from the
body to join the rising tones of majestic harmony. The magnificent
orchestra tries desperately to keep pace with Ludwig's flurry of
blended tonality in which, only he can perfectly play out in his mind.
The city lights have fallen into the darkness and the symphony nears
its end.
Yet, though this extraordinary piece of perfection fades, it has
not been vanquished for nature's endless cycle begins with newborn
ears to replace an aging smile. As a new breath is taking in the dawn
air, the morning sun begins to rise blending purple, orange and red
into the night sky and Beethoven's Fur Elise begins it's
journey.
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