|Steeple of Hyde Park Chapel on Exhibition Road.|
Yesterday, I managed. I finally attended, for the first time, the weekly lunch-time concert series put on at my church on Exhibition Road in South Kensington every Thursday.
It was good. Actually, it took my breath away. I was stirred by the gifted violinist and her accompanist, the violin from the 1700s, and the selection of pieces by Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, and Chopin.
I admit to taking a book with me - a pernicious habit I picked up in recent years. I like classical music, but enjoy it all the more when I have a little intellectual stimulation to join to the audial.
Yet there was one piece in particular through which I was so rapt that I could not bring myself to read. It was Chopin's Nocturne in C# minor arranged for violin and piano.
It reminded me very much of my sister, who played the violin painfully well for so many years before she passed in 2002. I also studied violin, but knew I would never reach her level of talent. Yet it gave me a deep appreciation (along with perfect relative pitch) for her gift.
Rarely do I find a violinist who equals her. When I am, I am transported as I was yesterday to a place where I am simultaneously elevated and pained by the reminder of the tragic loss of her person and talent.
I wonder if, as a spirit in heaven, she is still able to play. I certainly hope so.