...to mess with my mind.
Whenever I think about his Cello Concerto, I just don't know what to do about it. I almost refuse to believe that such a thing happened. I'm not trying to be hot-airish. I'm just trying to speak toward the remarkable effect that concerto has on me, how it somehow makes me dizzy or slightly drunk on its exemplary Romantic fumes.
As per usual with great music, the emotions or moods stimulated in the listener (even the rememberer) are complex -- blended of fantasy, longing, and something ineffable. I usually end up sighing to myself, "A shadowed beauty."
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