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Tenderness

It was not the dazzling show of virtuosity, or the lightning-speed passages which captivated my physically tired self on a Friday evening.

It was the second movement of Mendelssohn’s First Piano Concerto which had me feeling most moved, most emotionally engaged, and most present.

It was when I heard and saw the notes from the piano emerge – featherlight tones, their sound ringing out to reach the deepest recesses of the concert hall. They carried with them emotion, multitudes of subtlety within their frequencies. And I felt my inner world move with them, sighing with them, feeling more anchored with them than with the booming bass and dazzling melodies of the opening movement.

And I found myself thinking about how rare it has become for our world to appreciate and embrace such tenderness. Which is probably why we need music (and art) like that to remind us. To remind us of the beauty and necessity of tenderness.

What can we do to cherish more of such tenderness?

What can we do so that being soft-spoken and non-assertive are not seen as negative, weak traits, but part of a larger, beautiful and accepted self?

Perhaps, as with most changes we want to see, it’d have to begin with ourselves.

 

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One Light

One Light

I know many friends who would raise their eyebrows if I told them I was going to watch a Bharatanatyam concert.

It was the theme of this concert which drew me to it.

“The Lamps are Different, but the Light is the Same”

All paths to enlightenment are to be equally honored. All great saints and souls and reincarnations, equally respected.

Who are we to say differently?

On This Night

Have you heard an instrument cry?
Tonight I did. And I felt as if my heart heart couldn’t get heavier. My throat chocked, and the corners of my eyes moistened. I close my eyes, and felt transported to another world. Of serenity and tranquility. Of vibrant life and joy. Until the clapping brought me back.
Ah, the beauty of music. Must it be so short-lived, only to be experienced for as long as the notes last?
And are such experiences destined to fade only into memories, becoming dimmer as time passes?

 

Perhaps, the beauty lies in the brevity of it all.

The deprived listener savors every last vibration in the air, until it has completely stilled, and sighs inwardly in contentment. For she feels human again.