Day before last I heard one of the most beautiful melodies I have ever heard. I was catching up with a friend in a bookstore cafe in Montreal which so happened to be graced with a baby grand piano. A young man sat before the keys, deftly moving his fingers across to play out one of the Game of Thrones songs. For a moment I was transported back to Seattle; seated in a chair reading while surrounded by mahogany walls and people also reading books for a Silent Reading Party at Sorrento Hotel.
Another young man sat down a little while after and started playing a rendition of John Lennon's Imagine. At moments when neither my friend nor I had anything to say our silence would be suffused by the harmonious notes of the piano and our attention would drift off to appreciate the music.
During one such moment I found myself utterly captivated by the string of notes emanating from the piano. A girl was now playing with dexterity and delicate passion. I raked my brain in hope to find a hint of the melody embedded somewhere in memory. With no such luck I walked over to the man who had been playing earlier and asked if he knew what it was but the melody evaded his knowledge as well. Meanwhile, my friend had pulled out her phone and with the technical genius of Shazam managed to ascertain the song.
Luigi Rubino - Melancholic Lisbon
For whatever reason melancholic music stirs my soul more than any other kind. It helps that the weather is gloomy (almost as if I were back in Seattle) as it fits the mood perfectly.
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