Danger. Tension. Something is in the air. You can feel it, you can touch it, you can hear it. You can not see it, nor can you comprehend it, it escapes the human understanding. But it is. It is there. Evil. The memory of evil. Crimes against humanity. An aggression war. The betrayal and dismembering of a country. Deportations. Millions of displaced persons. And in the midst of all this negativity – a glimmer of hope. A flute.
An outstanding work. A musical language of his own. Meditative, upbeat, shades of grey contrasting with flamboyant red and orange – perfect metaphors for my mood in late autumn. A joyful reminiscence of the thousand colours of the falling leaves, that I love to watch. The vision of the cold, bare, misty landscape I have to expect. In such situations, I draw a lot of energy from memories of moments I enjoyed. And George Enescu’s Sonata for Cello No. 2 in F Minor (op. 26) is perfectly illustrating this.
At first, this symphony left me bewildered, irritated. It inspired nothing good to me. How could I write about a piece that left me indifferent? Well it didn’t. I returned to George Enescu’s Symphony No. 5 in D Major some 24 hours later, and after a good night’s sleep, it felt like a totally different piece of music. Interesting. So here’s my advice: Please do explore this stunning work, but study it after having had a good rest. Otherwise it may not unfold its magic. Enescu was a Romanian composer and, believe it or not, I haven’t written about him yet on this blog. I’ll try to catch up then. He definitely deserves a little promotion.
Harmony. Christmas is about harmony. Harmony can only exist when there is hope. Christmas is about hope. Christmas is about light and guidance. Christmas is about a promise of a better life, a life in harmony. A life, where evil has been vanquished, where love triumphs over hate. When I look back at my life, I remember no time when I was as dispirited about humanity as now. The will to solve the urgent global problems in a spirit of benevolence and cooperation just seems to be a phrase, while real life is moving into the opposite direction.