music

there's a part of a piece of music written by this guy, rachmaninoff, where the orchestra fades away in a series of chords that they hold out softly in counterpoint to what's going on on the piano and then (so smoothly) it all comes to resolution and perfect harmony. there's a short breath and then the piano swells up with the softly played melody (in solo) and it's so beautiful, it's almost as if it breaks my heart. then the orchestra slowly joins the piano and they build and build and build until the full orchestra and piano are playing together and that melody returns in full strength and then, no matter what i'm doing, i have to stop. and listen. and feel.

it's amazing to me. music. there's no way i could communicate with words what is communicated in that music. it's a-whole-nother language.

i feel like i'm beginning to understand the language. but man! i would give almost anything to speak that language.