renaissance - shanghai nights

feel a restoration. a new love for music all over again.

feel the tingling, the haunting, the longing in the music. where musical notes skid over the soul like ripples in the water.

i feel a new connection with my senses. perhaps this awakening comes from video editing - where you need to get in touch with the ebbs and flows, the rhythm of visuals and audio. watching yo yo ma and diana krall live in concert too i supposed. and also the making of toy story, LOTR etc... hehz.

been playing the guitar. having new songs. been playing the piano. feeling for the music. remembering the words and expressions from my piano teacher - miss Yip. who taught me not to pass exams but have a love for music. she developed in me an appreciation for the lives of the composer, the principles behind music, the analogies, the literature in music, to listen to nuances, to anticipate, to spot patterns, to feel. She imparted a whole new world. Certainly did not appreciate all of that or understood that when i was a teenage. but now i do. now i feel what she was trying to share. wow.

was playing some old scores - could feel the music coming through. the techniques she taught me - to flow, to express, to evoke, the dialogues i can hear now within the music. Its almost magical. What was mechanical in the past, now are alive! What was a chore then, is now pleasure. What a change.

Maybe its also the new freedom I've been experiencing inside. When the butterfly comes out to play - amongst the flowers, in the garden, safe to express its beauty, free to admire others. Free to fly. Flutter, fly, soar.

Maybe its also a soothing of the soul. An outlet for pain. An outlet for words that can't be expressed. Maybe that's why Saul asked David to play the harp.

I feel like Shanghai. Lived. Died. Not live again.

Shanghai nights. Reliving. A new glory.