"I give up,"
Melody, a young, undergraduate music student,
told Professor Stringheart, her elderly, violin teacher.
"You always ask the impossible of me! I cannot write a
symphony in time to graduate. Do I really have to do that?"
"Yes, you do,
Melody. It is compulsory and one of the prerequisites for
graduation. You know the basics and I know that you can write music. It
is not that difficult, but perhaps you are lacking inspiration or motivation?
Let's talk about this, for a moment. Sit down, please.”
Melody took a seat in the huge,
lounge chair facing her professor's desk.
"Have you ever heard
of the symphony of love?"
Melody shook her head.
"Think about this then. One might ask, if the entire and complete symphony of love has ever
been written by anyone, anywhere, since the beginning of time. Of course, this
may be more than one piece of music or a compilation of many,
different works composed over time, and accorded that title. Or, it may be
one symphony that has been written already, and played many times, throughout the world.”
He continued with a smile on his face..
“Perhaps the one
true symphony of love was started long before the beginning of
time and is still being written today. Maybe there are bits and pieces of it
scattered everywhere, throughout the years. Maybe this symphony has
many different faces on the full gamut of joy and sorrow. The symphony of love,
as the entire continuum of the perfect
and best musical expressions ever written, may be partially or totally
fragmented. Perhaps the real task of musicians in every generation is to
continue to collect, compile and complete the symphony of love. Maybe you
are called to compose just one piece of music for
this majestic masterpiece. Perhaps this is your one, true
calling in life. Now do you think that you could write a symphony?"
"Wow," said Melody,
with tears welling up in her eyes. "I have never heard of anything so
amazing. I never thought about writing music in that way, either. Yes, I
will do my part. You are the best music teacher ever! Thank you, Professor
Stringheart.”
No comments:
Post a Comment