I don’t remember when I first heard it, but I remember the feeling it provoked. It forced my eyes shut and took me to another place without floors or walls; just its energy forcing itself through me.
I was suspended in a memory of my childhood, playing in the snow with my sister. Chasing each other, laughing until we collapsed together hand in hand under the clouds. No fences, no authority booming over us, just free, young and open.
As the song builds my memory changes with each chord of the symphony now growing darker. Our hands let go of each others grip, our eyes narrow as our lives separate, no longer parallel.
As the song comes to an end my eyes still forced shut, tears stream down and I’m reminded again that she was only a memory.
-Chopin Nocturne No. 20 c-sharp minor