flute
seeing cherri and ning again brought back memories of band.
conjuring up images and impressions through the music renditions..
and the Flute is living in a shadow of its past.
now, solitary. sitting in a dark compartment, kept in a corner of the room, waiting to be picked up again; reminiscing of the past, yearning to revisit the days of its peak and grandiose; to regain its lively, polished silver look. to whistle and sing mellifluous sounds and tunes once again.
yearning,
longing,
to stage a comeback.
It thinks to Itself: perhaps. perhaps.
perhaps that day might come again.
got hooked to greek mythology again. while reading Orpheus and Eurydice's story, i immediately recalled gluck's work based on the myth (orfeo ed euridice). A baroque piece with fascinating transitions.. sweet beginning, chronicling Orpheus and his trip to the underworld to save his wife. sweet, sorrowful music. and i was really fascinated with the myth.
Orpheus was said to have had the talent to play heavenly, melodious music. Orpheus' wife, Eurydice, died after being bitten by a snake and his music was tinged with grief, which touched the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone (according to the legend, he was the only one to ever do so).
He was then permitted to bring Eurydice back, on condition that he was to look forward during the journey back and never to turn to look behind him until he reached earth.
just to see eurydice once more.
however, along the way, Orpheus failed to heed this piece of instruction and lost Eurydice forever.
what a sorrowful end.
gluck's masterpiece reflected this story indeed. :)
and i would love to get my hands on a copy of a book on greek mythology soon. the last time i read those stories was in primary 6.. left a deep impression on me.
one of my other fave stories was that of narcissus. narcissus was a handsome youth and echo, a nymph, fell in love with him but was rejected. Aphrodite put a curse on him for his cruelty by making him fall in love with his own reflection in water. His inability to touch his own reflection in the water led him to despair till he died and changed into a flower. And that is the story behind the flower Narcissus. And the word Narcissist.
conjuring up images and impressions through the music renditions..
and the Flute is living in a shadow of its past.
now, solitary. sitting in a dark compartment, kept in a corner of the room, waiting to be picked up again; reminiscing of the past, yearning to revisit the days of its peak and grandiose; to regain its lively, polished silver look. to whistle and sing mellifluous sounds and tunes once again.
yearning,
longing,
to stage a comeback.
It thinks to Itself: perhaps. perhaps.
perhaps that day might come again.
got hooked to greek mythology again. while reading Orpheus and Eurydice's story, i immediately recalled gluck's work based on the myth (orfeo ed euridice). A baroque piece with fascinating transitions.. sweet beginning, chronicling Orpheus and his trip to the underworld to save his wife. sweet, sorrowful music. and i was really fascinated with the myth.
Orpheus was said to have had the talent to play heavenly, melodious music. Orpheus' wife, Eurydice, died after being bitten by a snake and his music was tinged with grief, which touched the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone (according to the legend, he was the only one to ever do so).
He was then permitted to bring Eurydice back, on condition that he was to look forward during the journey back and never to turn to look behind him until he reached earth.
just to see eurydice once more.
however, along the way, Orpheus failed to heed this piece of instruction and lost Eurydice forever.
what a sorrowful end.
gluck's masterpiece reflected this story indeed. :)
and i would love to get my hands on a copy of a book on greek mythology soon. the last time i read those stories was in primary 6.. left a deep impression on me.
one of my other fave stories was that of narcissus. narcissus was a handsome youth and echo, a nymph, fell in love with him but was rejected. Aphrodite put a curse on him for his cruelty by making him fall in love with his own reflection in water. His inability to touch his own reflection in the water led him to despair till he died and changed into a flower. And that is the story behind the flower Narcissus. And the word Narcissist.
