I'm still working my way through Moonlight Sonata, and by working through I mean lazy, undisciplined sittings, expecting, as if by some miracle, a virtuoso pianist to possess me.
I realize that the thing that makes the piece difficult are the technical aspects. The technique.
The music has so much going on so quickly, so actively, like the moonlight rippling across Lake Lucerne, but so quietly, exactly like moonbeams on the surface of a subtly moving lake.
Encompassing that specific mood in the music is a formidable task.
It would be easier if it were Hurricane Sonata, and I could just bang on the keys.
The restraint required to make the piece beautiful, the delicacy is what makes the whole thing work.
And the magic of the discipline required to get the fingers to work that way.
While my fingers have remained somewhat dexterous of late with all the IM'ing I do, clicking computer keys is different than playing piano keys.
This may indeed be part of my path back into satisfaction, understanding the work that is involved in pursuing and accomplishing the worthy task.
Thank God for all the maestros of the universe, bleeding through their fingers and brains to harvest the fruits beyond even our imagination.
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