If your life is coming to an end, I will play you the Requiem of Mozart.
If you are having upsetting days, I will present you Beethoven’s sonata.
If you are experiencing love and farewell, I will share you an opera of Puccini.
If you are wondering about destiny, I will dance with you a Tchaikovsky.
If the Beethoven Fifth is the strike on the door of the fate, then Tchaikovsky Fifth is the magnificent dance of the fate.
Saint Petersburg Philharmonic brought us the music from the great Russian composer Tchaikovsky.
The Saint Petersburg Philharmonic came to Taipei on 2018.11.06 and presented the most beautiful Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 5.
There is always songs and dances in Tchaikovsky’s music. Impacted by his traditional culture, Tchaikovsky created many beautiful ballet and dance music. His piety and persistence towards his religion also shows in his creations.
The conductor Charles Dutoit raised his arms, and the audience held their breaths. The trumpets started by having music stir the air. The darkness of the night came down to the land. The fate made his appearance with the darkness and the orchestra played his melody. He wore black tailcoat with the scallop-edged lace collars and sleeves. His ruby pendant sparked on his neck. His steps were light but sure. His breaths were calm but provocative. He came nearer, and welcomed his guests for tonight.
This was the appearance of the fate. He was obsessing and intriguing. He was too noble to be ignored, too elegant to be offended. He made people yearn for him, and also fear him. Everything secular was nothing in front of him.
In the darkness, he offered his hand, and started his solo dance. This was an invitation to his world. And when you were still hesitating, he had already begun his dance. He stood on his tiptoe, then the music got high spirits. He led the audience to join his dance, and he opened his arms to make more melodies play for him. He made the music his most tempting invitation for the audience. He turned round during the triplet, he slid between chords. And those jumps he made when the wind music rose were dazzling. He was beautiful and elegant, light and gentle. His smile was intoxicating. His every move was captivating, and desiring.
Followed by music, his moves accelerated. In the exciting melodies, there was his main theme again. However, after his ravishing dance, the music was not dark anymore. Instead, it sounded alluring and intriguing.
And the second chapter began.
Charles Dutoit took us to the palace of the fate. Charles Dutoit closed his eyes and touched the romantic melodies created by the French horns. The music let our guards down, and face the sorrow in our deepest memories. But when the sorrow was coming towards us, we started to wonder: By following the step of the fate, can we relief ourselves and get the happiness we had been dreaming of?
In the dialogue of French horns and oboes, we walked through the palace. Charles Dutoit reminded us that we were at the palace of the fate, and there was nowhere to escape.
Charles Dutoit then brightened the melodies. We had already walked through the hall of the palace. What to wait and hesitate in this breathtaking palace when there was golden and sparkle future ahead? However, time passed by, only when you grasped this moment could you find the brief enjoyable happiness.
Therefore, we followed the melodies and danced in the magnificence and the grandeur of the music. The fate had never abandoned us, he awaited us ahead. He awaited our surrenders, our desires and our devotes to him.
With the plucks of the violins, the fate appeared again. He turned around gorgeously, and offered his hand in a dramatic tone. His offer made us tipsy and obsessive. He seemed to be more attractive than the last chapter. He had more than just his appearance and was full of emotions this time. His excitement was derived from our expectation. His fickleness contained our fears. He was always changing, and we could always see ourselves in him. He was never touchable, but we always looked forward to him. He was irresistible and addictive.
Now there was the third chapter.
Charles Dutoit understood that the dance was never a solo dance of the fate anymore. The audience had joined him. It was the waltz of the audience and the fate.
Who could resist him? In his grand palace, there were his dexterous steps and charming figure. Underneath his black tailcoat was his cold breath and warm blood. His waltz was fascinating. We saw his emotions under his mysterious look, and his sincereness behind his stateliness.
He danced swiftly. It was the music composed for him by Tchaikovsky. He danced with each of us. In the music, our steps sparked with his guidance, and our spins shined with his support. When he stopped, I danced like a swan under his gaze. Without conscious, I succumbed to him under his majestic power.
And the fourth chapter began.
Charles Dutoit knew that the fate had got the upper hand, so he played his main theme again. We realized that the fate was still here. However, after all the music, we felt no longer his coldness. Instead, we were filled with his passion and emotions. We felt his pulses in his darkness, and his passion in his coldness. Under his quite appearance was his strong power. Under his impeccable perfectness was endless guidance and acceptance.
We looked at him, looked at him dancing his last chapter. It was his most valuable and fleeting gift for us.
His main theme was the same deep and obsessing. From the cold and treacherous start, to the tender and gentle moment, now it sounded gracious and dignified. He sounded so magnificent, and so emotional. He danced the dance of fate, and danced our admiration, our belief, our struggles, our helplessness, and our surrenders.
He knew that we all belonged to him at this moment. Tonight, we got rid of the fetter of the world, we forgot the love and hatred from the human. We had no secrets hidden, and no souls bounded. We walked towards him, towards his splendors, his dooms and his endlessness.
At last, the music brightened the entire music hall. Charles Dutoit enlightened the night with the theme of the fate written by Tchaikovsky.
Therefore, tonight, we all became religious. Because even if you didn’t believe in fate, you believed in Tchaikovsky.
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