Amazed that melodies are never the same, Paul shook his head. His prof had told them: ‘They may have similarities but, they are like fingerprints or snowflakes. No two are the same. The notes, the tone, and the pacing’. He knew that intellectually from listening to his own CD collection, but didn’t know the depth. The music history class had delved into the music of the ages ~ Beethoven, Chopin, Strauss ~ and much farther back in time. None of the pieces were the same. There were always new, fresh musical ideas. All of it first heard in the silence of a composer’s mind. Keys plunked on a piano, strummed on a guitar, blown free on a wind instrument, the notes became a melody, a song or a symphony. Or, just a ditty to whistle absentmindedly. Paul sat at his piano played a new tune.
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into
words and that which cannot remain silent.”
~ Victor Hugo
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