Silhouetted
3.2 He Is Silent in His Beauty
VIOLIN
I have never met Helmut Zacharias, nor did he know me but I know him through the history brought by the night and from the stories spread, especially through Fred Weyrich[1]
Fred left an interesting note about Helmut Zacharias. He started the story of the “Violis Sitting” Classical Music with an anecdote. I will tell you in my own words :
Heaven up there, he said, was also filled with violins. There was a debate between them fortissimo. The topic is about who among them has been played by the most famous soloists while incarnating in the world.
Each one insisted, “My player is the most famous.”
Finally the arrogant Stadivarius violin speaks “Let's just ask them, our soloists are already here, in the district of Sordino Finale!”
When visited by the violins, it turns out that the great violins even argue too. Barnabas von Geczy argued with Stephane Grappelli, Menuhin with Oistrach.
Come St. Peter, of course, was not pleased with this commotion, saying
“Hei! shame on you, arrogant residents! All of you forget that a violin far more famous than any of you now still exists on Earth and does not leave the owner's side, and continues to keep his dream. It is the most famous violin belonging to Helmut Zacharias!”
The debate soon came to a halt, and all of them—solois and their violins—back to their respective districts.
What an interesting opening. I just found out that Fred has a special sense of humor and imagination. I myself never thought there was a special place for violins in heaven there (How about in hell? Who's filler? Is the violin always swiped at night clubs? In a jazz house full of red wine? In front of the ******* which is dapted?)
But when it comes to Helmut Zaccharias, I (maybe we too) should be amazed at his determination to keep his music. In 1941, after the completion of world war II he played and rediscovered what the rhythm of swing meant. Swing rhythms have existed since 1936 in Germany, but were banned by Dr. Goebbels. Simple reason. Music imported from America it is considered as “ decadent” Negro music
In 1941, he was able to record a relaxing swing music with five other musicians from Berlin. Then “Violis classical music that sat” it has now changed to “Violis swing that stands.”
THEM
A night full of stars. Fine drizzle does not fade. But there is too much light to enjoy. Street lights tell their own stories. On stage, four men play a classical beat. Being at the same time and place made Raya feel stagnant at one point in time. A dejavu may not be too complicated, but it can be confusing at times. The difference this time is that he is alone.
This place was not as full as it was back then. Maybe drizzle makes the plan change. Sometimes Raya wants to ask, is there a plan that is always in line with the wishes? Doesn't the sun turn and the desire will spin and the plan will change? And along with the sinking of the sun, it carried a scar leaving a red scratch on the dividing line of the sky. Into a world without words.[2]Then can the –plan plan also sink?
Sit in the cafe again for the second time. He looked back at the stage. Four men played their brawl. What could be more beautiful than the tone that comes out of the violin?
Four men closed their eyes feeling the tone. Under the bright yellow light, in several pairs of eyes that try to play they present a beautiful violin sound. Who're they? Come from where? What are they feeling? The Kingdom now also sits under the dim yellow light and feels the groove as well. But nothing can pull her from memory, that her lover is actually more beautiful than what she sees now.
Raya has a more flowing tone, has a lover who is more graceful and washed away. While what he saw now was only beauty played with no feelings. Only a row of tones were swept out of the head. Because Anjeli? Maybe.maybe not…
How can a presence evoke a tone? But how often does a tone make the presence run more perfectly? Then time goes by like slowing down. There was a figure walking closer. Then a light greeting.
“Hai, I guess you didn't come?”
How will I not come if there is a lover to invite, how can I not come if here I can find a more gleaming tone? Did he know that a normal tone could be more perfect with a kind of atmosphere? When mixed with a kind of beauty created from the sky. The tones are now more perfect and seem ready to play.
“Every play right?”
Are you kidding me? These tones are almost over!
The night grew darker but remained unadorned, unfortunately it turned out I was asleep. It felt like an instant but it had been a long time. Why would I know? Because I saw more and more piles of paper on my desk. The mountains leave no room to put just a coffee cup (or a poem).
Also him. My story isn't finished yet but he's gone. Why didn't I ask her name? Or at least his phone number. But I never regret a loss too much, are we not created with nothing?
Just a little regretful because I rarely have a chat friend who is quite good as before, now I have to find where he is?
Let it be, now there is no other choice but to turn to face these papers again. Kulirik. This place is still crowded with humans who draw money with their brains. The phone rings and they talk about money, the phone rings and they talk about reports, the phone rings and they talk about appointments, the phone rings and they talk about files. Where is humanity? Was it left at home?
Suddenly the phone on my desk sounded. I struggled to find by rummaging through the pile of paper, finally met also after three minutes.
“Halo?”
“Halo!” I recognize his voice
“We chat from here only yes, I am in one place.”
“Chat what?”
“About rain and dim love.”
“Bby..”.
THEM
The tones on the stage filled the room, looking at the figure at a Raya table knew her jaw closer. This is not the violin, but being friendly with the violin is very easy.
The evidence? A composition was discovered just as the two figures met a glance. And Raya played it with all her heart. Then it stops right when the hypnotist has explored the room.
Then there was applause while Raya returned bowed. Then I heard a sincere compliment
“Raya, thanks yes... You are great!”
Raya looked and found the face again, the view was so deep that Anjeli was encouraged to ask
“Why?”
“Anjeli, it's because you're beautiful.”.
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[1] Helmut Zacharias' close friend and biggest fan, left many notes and travel stories about Helmut Zacharias. Died on December 30, 1999
[2] Written with memory to the musical verse of the poem Mukti-Mukti: sinking where the sun /bringing his scarlet/scratched wound on the horizon /to a lonely world without words / are you joking with dreams?
