On Saturday evening I was at the
opening of a friend's new Art Gallery in Ancona. There was a duet
playing, a young lady flautist and her husband on piano.
the flautist |
Lately I
find myself drawn into music. A sort of (almost) total absorption might best
describe it, whereas previously in my life I had always felt somehow detached as a mere listener. And I remarked to a friend at the show that in the next life that I will
want to be born in this state of immersion. And yesterday evening we went to a
concert in our nearby town of Civitanova Alta, the inaugural concert
of the season where the English violinist Charlie Siem performed. He
is a superb performer; looks a bit like superman.
I was feeling groggy from some sort of
flu bug I was fighting and after the concert I suggested to lili that
we should take an aperitif in the bar next door and that I needed a
whisky (which I never usually drink). And instead of heading for the
salone with all the other folk, we decided to stay in the bar area. I
noticed a guy sitting behind us and Lili whispered to me that he was
a famous composer and then at the other spare table of the three
arrived two ladies and a young girl.
the young pianist |
Then the world shifted. It was as if
the little bar became the centre of the Universe.
The young girl brushed past me and sat
at the piano and began to play Rachmaninov. I must tell you that I
have never heard music performed so beautifully, so perfectly. Then
having finished the piece she simply stood up and began to walk back
to her mum at the table and I said to her as she passed ' But that
was so beautiful and she was almost aplogetic that she might have
disturbed us. I asked her to play again and she did for us. And then
we were chatting with her, this beautiful little girl, and were
joined by the composer who was entranced too and came over to tell
her that her playing was beyond perfection and was from another
world.
Then our three seperate tables became
one held in the beauty of this moment and I said to the composer that
I love these rare times where art meets art but that it was just by
chance that we were here at all. But he said no, it wasn't chance, it
was somehow meant to be; that we had all entered this parallel world
opened by this young girl who in her innocence held the golden key to
its access.
the composer |
Wow! I have been teaching and talking
about this parallel world of art and creativity for years now but
this was the first time I had heard it from the lips of another.
We all left the bar at about the same
time, not sharing visiting cards or contact details. It just didn't
seem to be at all important. But the thought did occur to me that
maybe this planet contains, in some strange way, Paradise itself (a
word of ancient Persian origin, which originally only ever meant 'a
place of great beauty and happiness'), that it does exist, in this
very present moment, running alongside this so called world of
normality which we inhabit, and that art, in all its forms, is the
magic vehicle which takes us to its gate.
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