Das Leidenschaft auf dem Mondes
The Passion of the Moon
Das Leidenschaft auf dem Mondes (The Passion of the Moon)
The piano sits peacefully near the corner, its rich mahogany wood reflecting the bright moonlight streaming in from the rooms only open window. The rest of the chamber lies shrouded in shadows, hiding the plush carpet, embellished furniture, and the expensive artwork hanging on the wall. Somewhere out the window an owl hoots her wisdom into the night.
The door slowly creaks open and a tall, dark figure slips into the room. He leans against the wall and runs his fingers through his wild hair in a vain attempt to straighten it. The man pushes off ...view middle of the document...
His elbows slip on the highly polished piano and his chin bangs painfully into the soundboard, rudely pulling him out of the depths of his imagination. He grunts and sits up, unconsciously placing his hands on the keys of the piano. Ever the musical prodigy, he strikes a C# minor chord, and the sad feeling that any minor chord brings to the ear of a listener magnifies in Beethoven’s heart. He plays each note individually, chromatically ascending the C# minor scale. He sways on the piano bench, his eyes closed, feeling his music syncopate with the beating of his love-torn heart. The music gets faster and his fingers climb up the keyboard as Beethoven's musical brain takes the emotion in his heart and turns it into the love he feels for Julie. He plays harder, the music swelling until he abruptly slows down, a troubling thought having struck him. What if she doesn’t love me back? As he pours out his heart into the music, he pushes away the thoughts and vows to tell her of his love the next day.
Beethoven continues to play well into the night, writing page after page of music by moonlight. Hours later, just as the sun rises, he finishes the ninetieth page. His hand is cramped and there are large ink stains on his palms, but his heart is at peace and his mind is clear. Some people scream or throw things when they are emotional, but Beethoven turns his feelings into a musical masterpiece, something only a true Romantic musician can do.
Many nights later, Beethoven walks around the small Koi pond in the garden of the Brunsvik estate. The manor is built in the heart of Hungary, and with its lancet windows and hood moldings, it is the picture of Gothic architecture. As Beethoven admires the manor, his thoughts drift to the events of the day.
He rented a carriage and taken Julie to the fair in Teplitz via Prague, and they had a wonderful time. Beethoven smiles fondly as he remembers Julie laughing as they watched the pig race. She had blushed when he wiped the bits of sawdust from her cheek and had giggled when he helped her out of the carriage upon their return. Beethoven had intended to tell Julie about his feelings for her, but he was too busy enjoying her company to remember. He frowns to himself as he remembers this, and curses his forgetfulness. But his anger at himself is soon forced from his mind by more memories of Julie. He loved the way she laughed when the men on stilts made funny faces and the way she screamed in delight when they juggled flaming torches. Despite his best intentions, he could not help but look at her when she bent over in front of him to fasten a loose buckle on her shoe. Beethoven particularly liked that memory.
Beethoven suddenly snaps out of his memories when he realizes his knees are cold. He looks down to find that, while deep in thought, he had walked into the Koi pond. But he doesn't care. He laughs to himself and sloshes his way up to the manor.
Later that night, Beethoven emerges...