Op.13 No.2

It's just another day. September is going to end soon. The night is clear. I'm typing in total darkness in my room, chilled at 19 degrees. Listening to Elgar's Violin Concerto. Recently I'm getting into violin works. I like the sound of the strings. Gives me a nonchalant feel, yet melancholic. Touching at times. The concerto I'm listening now was recorded in 1932. It's not digital stereo sound. Transferred mono from LP, I feel like I'm sitting in a concert hall listening to it live back in the 1930s. Can really feel the violinist's hard-work, passion, all being portrayed. Musicians from the early 20th century were indeed virtuoso talents. My friend commented the poem I wrote seems copied from some where. Well, I would say it's sort of a descriptive phrase for the Mid-Autumn mood. Too short for a poem. Sudden intuition struck me, therefore the phrase was composed. Mind is unpredictable. Since it's born in my mind, might as well write it down, a quasi una fantasia..........

Recommended music : Edward Elgar Violin Concerto in B Minor Op.61