Chopin and melancholy

I've just been watching Impromptu, the movie about the relationship between Frédéric Chopin and George Sand. I am left with the all familiar passionate feeling about artists of all kind. And I so wish that I could belong to those times. There were really a lot of wonderful things going on in the 19th century. In art, writing, and music. I might be a little romatic about it all, but there is something about it all.

Luckily I have a cd with some of Chopin's music. I tell you, it is melancholy at its sweetest. It reminds me that I want to write things inspired by these things. The english romantic poets, the pre-raphaelies, the music written in those times. I guess I am a bit of a romantic after all. I try to think what it is about those times that so inspire me... It would be a whole essay, if not a book. I think at least there is such a passion for life, like it was more fragile and so it was so much easier to find a passion for it and what comes with living. There is something so smug about modernity... Like we have become such masters that we have forgotten all the things about art that made it so divine... Like the arts now is about money and fame, and not the expressing of the heart... Somehow, I almost feel that art has become soulless, heartless...

Ah, listen to Chopin is like lying in a lake on a summer's day. Lazily, floating, looking up at the blue sky with soft clouds drifting slowly by. All is warm and fuzzy. Flowers... The countryside... It's absolutely wonderful))) It just creates these wonderful images, and yet they make me want to cry... Ah, the melancholy)) Remind me to send you some Chopin. I know you love melancholy just as much as I do. Now there you have another mood))) I could write a story just by listening to this kind of music I think............ If I mix it with Schubert, Liszt, maybe some Beethoven... Who knows what you'd get... Maybe even some Grieg. Some Debussy... Schumann, Satie... It would be fun to see what came out of it...

Funny I find that my fingers are writing like I was playing the piano, my body move to the music... Like you see piano players play... It is funny... Once you've sat down at a piano and played a piece those movement come by itself... Nothing you can do about it, they are just there, like the come natural from the piano itself... Like it puts a spell on you or something... It makes me long for a piano))) If I made a wish-list right now I would write: I wish I had a piano:) Well, I have been reminded again about this longing for making art))) And not just my fear of creating it... That is certainly a good thing! Also probably keeping my neighbours awake)) Ah, what a difference from pop and dance music eh))) Chopin)))

Hope everything is well with you)))