Schubert Impromptu Op. 90 no.4, one measure
Transfixed ... Where does this tenderness come from, this beauty ...
Is it because Schubert restates so gently the E flat in the bass,
or that the A flat holds from the measure before?
Is it the fragile left hand melody who sings so very quietly?
This one little measure out of so many, these
few little notes out of perhaps a thousand notes
in these twelve pages ... why do they say so much and so tenderly ...
every composer since the beginning of music has used these notes -
is it that they are arranged so nicely,
perhaps in secret harmony with the Divine?
Do they reflect the beauty of a crystal lattice
or perhaps even how the universe
is hung and balanced in the Mind of God?
Twelve notes, plus one held from the previous measure ...
This measure goes by so quickly few might even
really hear it, except other pianists who will practice and cherish
these few notes hundreds or more times ...
people are like this little measure, we see them on the street
but do we really know their beauty,
their Hearts or ours ...
they are lost in a thousand other images and impressions,
streets and conversations and thoughts ...
if we could but stop them as I can stop this Impromptu,
and look into their Soul ...
Schubert Impromptu Op. 90 no.4, one measure
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