– listening to Chopin’s Prelude c# Opus 45 in a tropical downpour
The rain surges in a fierce drive
to drown the music, only making
it more intimate and alive.
The prelude murmurs with pleasure,
with chords that speak of longing, and
leaps into the brightest of sunlight,
only to fall into a deep dive.
Oh Frederic, dear friend of mine,
what did the rains do in Majorca
that leaves me high like a heady wine?
And why the eternal enigma
that is your Opus Forty-five?