"Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not."
As the ice is slowly melting and the warmth of the sun slowly begins to hit us, there is a sense of a renewed energy to do those things which the long cold lonely winter did not allow me to do. One among those is to update this *very popular in my dreams, of course* space. Every now and then after reading some great piece of literary work, the mind begins to wonder if there are enough crests and troughs in my brain to produce something that people can read and enjoy. Ah! Well, obviously I believe I have enough crests and troughs to tell me that I won't, Nevertheless throughout the winter, which I would call as a winter where some of my musical abilities have crossed the kindergarten level, I have been plagued with the thought of what makes a particular piece of sound 'eternal'. Sample this from the movie Amadeus. In my opinion of the best movies made about a musician. This particular scene had a profound effect on me. So profound that ladies and gentlemen, here I am in front of you writing this *inconsequential, of course* note.
That particular scene confronts jealousy and reminds people that retribution for things done out of spite takes a longer time to arrive but when it arrives you have nothing but regret for that which has been done. It also addresses the question of something that is eternal, of course in this case it is Mozart's music. Salieri, who is shown to have the classic case of jealousy against an accomplished Mozart ruins his life and uses his power to silence the music of Mozart. In later years, long after Mozart has died, retribution comes in the way of the not so musically gifted Priest, who recognizes Mozart's music but not Salieri's tune. Today as I listen to this and the melody that it gives to the ear and soul, I just can't stop but think of poor Salieri and the epiphany that dawned upon him.
Like what John Keats would say...
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
