5/5 Emanuel S. 2 months ago on Google • 22 reviews New
25th
of
January.
The
concert
house.
My
first
time
at
a
concert.
I
leaned
back
in
the
comfortable
chair,
closed
my
eyes,
tried
to
lower
my
shoulders,
and
dreamed
away
to
a
fantasyland.
Notes
that
danced,
were
recreated
by
other
instruments.
Which
were
intertwined.
I
flew
to
other
places.
I
saw
streams,
meadows,
gently
swaying
leaves,
beautifully
dressed
people,
dancing
or
having
a
picnic
on
a
summer-warm
hill.
I
saw
the
fox
hunting
and
the
deer
running
away
in
the
clearing.
When
I
opened
my
eyes,
I
saw
the
conductor's
gentle
dialogue
with
the
orchestra.
Glances,
hints,
the
interaction.
The
pianist,
Lise
de
la
Salle,
was
so
fabulously
good.
She
played
so
that
the
fantasyland
was
created,
and
the
little
elves
danced
by
the
side
of
the
stream.
The
applause
did
not
want
to
end.
She
sat
down
at
the
piano
again,
started
talking
to
us.
She
talks
about
the
unrest
in
the
world
and
about
peace
on
earth.
And
then
everyone
in
the
hall
is
silent.
Calm,
cautious
notes
reverberate
in
the
air.
As
cautious
and
fragile
as
newfound
friendship
between
two
enemies.
The
silence....which
is
broken
by
new
applause.
