Pathétique

Three days over and  this has come as marked in the diary.

I packed my work and made my quick steps, grabbing a quick meal and headed to the theatre hall.

With high hopes and a dizzy state,  I sincerely hope I would not end up in disappointment and that my restlessness will melt, at least , within the 2 hours.

I am glad and pleased to make it.
After coming back to this place for some time,  it has changed to somewhat a better landscape.

Changes. While I resist changes at some point for some reasons, I know well now that familiarity has takes a lot of   back seats. Let's just hope that the changes are for the benefit of many, to make this world a lesser doom.

Somehow, my wish , still remain unchanged.

In the darkness within the 2 hours, my soul was delighted and carried away by Beethoven's piece.

No disturbance. Only the Adagio movement, solitude, the perfomer and us.

It described the multiple mood and the delicate sense, running in between hopes and fears.

It also escorted me to time in Japan, coming towards the end.

I still recall those moments at the end of dusk, a soft light which, perhaps only could prevail back then.

It is probably a dimmer hope to return and find such radiance in the march of time.

Still then, I have to fill the remaining days with the sun of righteousness, innocence of morning light and a light, mystic silent night.

Enjoy:

Beethoven Sonata No. 8 'Pathetique' Mov. 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly1iTD0zB1Y&feature=related