Magnum opus

  Yesternight I was sitting at the backyard, reading A. B. Yehoshu'a's The Lover (part of the literature curriculum), while there was a full moon.

  The moon was so beautiful. It had a gentle beauty, shining so serenely. The clouds drifted by, passing through the light, painting it with marvelous shades of white and grey.

  The famous triolas quickly joined, playing in my mind, uncontrollably being hummed by me. The other two movements joined in quickly, and though I couldn't understand well at first how do they fit in with this serene scenario. Then I understood they are Inspiration and Movement, coming to move the Artist about.

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  Someone once told me, 'If composers knew how to write, they wouldn't compose.'

  ('Who was it?' '...I forget.')

  I wonder if it's not the other way around.

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  Here's a link for anyone who doesn't know the spectacular piece mentioned here.