A one-movement work that is episodic yet integrated, free-flowing in structure, featuring a range of highly contrasted moods, colour, and tonality. An air of spontaneous inspiration and a sense of improvisation make it freer in form.
"Ready to go?" I asked my clarinetist as I closed the piano lid, put the grand piano the way it was, before everything that happened tonight while Yejin was changing into more comfortable clothes in the studio washroom.
"We're really not going to follow them at the harbour?" I hear her ask from the washroom. Clearly, she wasn't finished. Typical Son Ye Jin taking her time fixing herself, when she didn't need to. Does she even know how perfect she already is?
"I messaged Ji-hye, they didn't stay long because of the rain." Packing my clothes, some of hers in my bag. Then I got distracted by her face by the washroom door.
"But I'm hungry Binssi."We just got back in each other's arms after six grueling years. This phase. This blissful point when everything is amazing it all feels almost too good to be true. I see her beauty in the simple moments and her ability to put the dumbest grin on my face at the most unexpected time, such as, well now.
How can I not feel so in love with this girl?
"Drive thru then, Yejinssi?"
Eye smile, those curved lips. "Yes please." Then her face was no more, perhaps finishing up whatever she was doing in the washroom. Funny how I start to find serenity in the smallest things when I feel this in love. Loving her and smile, as if it's the only light in the world. The way she scowls reading some of her pieces. The way she observes performances intensely without making a sound.
Everything about her make me so content and everything feels just right. This genuine happiness that I haven't felt for so long, refreshing, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
"Ready."
There she was, in a light yellow dress, oversized cardigan, complete with her smile. It's mesmerizing to just look at her that I lose my words altogether. I never imagined after all those cruel years apart that happiness of this magnitude existed.
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Cadence
Romancea cadence (Latin cadentia, "a falling") is "a melodic or harmonic configuration that creates a sense of resolution, finality or pause. Will music finally bring them back together for good? Or will music give them their rightful resolution or finalit...