Our Café du Quartier.. Pianist…
À… Paris…
Aujourd’hui…
It… was…
Damp… rainy…
Dreary…
With… clouds…
Of… grey…
Tormented by the monstrous… seismic forces of the bad… the insane… and the ugly… consuming the world we inhabit…
Feeling unusually miserable… we headed to our familiar destination…
Our… café du quartier…
For our daily caffeine fix… our warm comforting “café express“… which is in fact an experience close to a meditation…
Et alors…
Today… unlike other days… we were enchanted and delighted by the sight of a young man furiously playing his heart out on a stand-up piano… right there on our very own café’s terrace…
Quelle… surprise…
It was… magic…
We were generously invited to listen with rapture… to a plethora of magnificent gripping classical compositions…
Chopin… Vivaldi…
Stravinsky…
You name it… he played it.
Heaven…
Gloriously… uplifting…
Suddenly… the clouds lifted…
Steve Villa-Massone… our pianist and composer was remarkable… in his powerful yet tender rendition of surging emotions…
His range in the selection of composers he played was intelligent and varied… his talent immense… his love for his music passionate…
We were… in delight…
We were… euphoric…
We clapped… applauded…
Our… haunted…
Depleted… hopelessness…
Our misery… vanquished…
Vanished…
Among… the debris…
Of… hate…
Anguished… despair…
There… is…
After… all…
Talent… beauty…
That… is…
Ecstatic…
Divine…
a.