Portrait of a Romance…

I’m going to try something here that frankly, I’m challenged by and a bit intimidated to do as well. I like to think I have good ideas. I like to think I can write, somewhat okay. But there are plenty more times that I feel inept and I shouldn’t even bother. There are people out there I know and I don’t know, that are far better than I.

I don’t possess a stellar vocabulary, I don’t read as much as I should which would surely help with that deficiency, I’m aware. I feel embarrassed to write publicly because I subject myself to analysis and criticism by doing so in this type of environment.

I’m a simpleton from my own perspective on it. I write simply with words any grade school person could understand, nothing fancy, no profound usage of language or vast knowledge of various subjects. I just write what I know and feel.

Music has always been a significant driver of my imaginative thoughts. It brings me peace, it calms my mind…it helps me see things like those old days of MTV and the vignettes you could watch to promote some new groups top song. I see these things play out in front of me like I’m sitting in a movie theater or just as plain as casually walking through a day of life.

And so it is with this piece of music I found while riding in my car one day and I had some Pandora playlists queued up and this song, Stand Tall, came up to play. What can I say? It immediately painted one of the most charming, romantic visions I’ve had of late. It made me weep during it…it made me smile…but mostly it made me feel the love in my heart that I want to have with, and give to, one very special someone.

In my decades old history, I once worked with musicians and film crews on music videos and so I have a little knowledge of the creative process that goes into making those things and I’ve always fantasized being the director or producer of one or more some day. I doubt it’ll ever happen…but one can dream, right?

So please forgive me for what I’m about to share. I’ve never written a screenplay to anything, much less try to do that with a song and help you as the reader, see exactly what I see and feel in this. I’ll try. I’ll do what I can and as best I can, but it’ll be up to you to be the judge of it, of what you see…and if it matches closely or spot on to what I see in this. I always invite commentary, so let me know what you see.

I guess a little guidelines to listening and reading are in order. When I hear this piece, I feel the music and it’s ebbs and flows, right down to the higher pitched sounds and the more robust melodic lines as man and woman respectively. There’s actually a TED talk about that, BZ Music, how to feel the subtleties of music and how it can paint pictures in our minds. Do take a listen to it, for music is a mysterious art that only gets more beautiful when we open our minds and allow the music to show us the story it tells.

Oh…yes…I forgot…the man in this story is a very small man, partnered with a very, very tall woman.

So here goes…please be kind and gentle…I’m aware this will likely be laughable. To me it isn’t…I see in this something so amazing and so beautiful and I wish I could just record what my visions see and paste those here for you. It would save so much time. Maybe someday technology will allow us to do that.

As the music begins we see an ordinary man gathered with a group of his musician friends. They’re all smiling, with headphones on, an acoustic pianist…our protagonist…a drummer, another keyboard player, a vibraphonist and a bass player. They’re in what looks to be a recording studio and they’re speaking, smiling to one another muted to our ears…as the pianist counts off the piece and the music begins.

A flash of the drummers hands and sticks as he strikes the first beats, the bass players fingers strumming and our pianist getting it all started.

We see the pianist smiling as the music starts and his eyes close…he’s feeling the moment so intensely and emotionally…for this piece is for her! It’s written for her and about her and how he loves his life with her and the woman she is to him.

The scene now changes and we see the front door open but from floor level and two lovely feminine legs with stylish high heels take their strides in through the door. We only see them for a second from the shins down and then we see her from the backside, a full length view as she’s walking in from the door and away from the camera, toward a wall with a small 3-legged table against it. It’s where she keeps her car keys and anything she’s brought in from the mailbox. She’s smartly dressed from her day at work and exhausted from the long arduous hours. So many meetings, so many appointments and so much stress from the day that all she wants to do is relax and be taken away someplace where she can put the day behind her, put the week behind her, and think of nothing but him.

That’s when she sees on the table that’s supposed to be bare, for her keys and the mail… there’s an envelope, with two very small imprints on the V of the envelope’s seal…and a single solitary rose. We see her eyebrows raise as she views these two items on the small table and the pull of the corners to her mouth as the camera closes in and we see that the seal on the envelope are in fact two tiny footprints. And the card itself bears her name.

She gently bites her bottom lip and a soft loving smile grows as she reaches for the card and the rose and picks them up, drawing them both before her eyes, smelling the rose with a long hungry inhale, closing her eyes and smiling. Something catches her attention and as you’re listening to the music, there is a gentle downward cascade of the keys on the piano…and imagine if you will, our lovely lady has just seen something left behind…on purpose perhaps? It’s a small ladder leading up to the table top and it warms her heart as she’s amused inside at what it must have taken for her little man to have carried that Her-sized card and rose up the ladder to place it there. And now listen for the cascade as in my mind, she’s now trickling her fingers down along the rungs of that small ladder as if to see the moment through touch, of his little body climbing all those feet-to-him, to complete his objective for her.

She adores every thing small that he does and it only makes the moment more arousing and delightful for her…he’s washing away the stressful day she’s had…in the most wonderful way that makes her heart pound.

She’s feeling so flush and giddy in this moment, but she hasn’t opened the card yet. And when she does, the camera looks on over her shoulder to see that her man has bought her tickets to tonight’s performance at the Opera. She adores the Opera and doesn’t get to go very often…this is very special indeed. Her smile broadens to us as we can tell in her expression how happy she is, closing her eyes thinking of him…and she turns her head in the direction she knows where to find him.

We follow her now as she’s feeling so much love throbbing in her heart as she makes her way slowly up the stairs, moving along like she’s been drugged, her eyes in and out of soft sensual feelings, leaning against the wall as she slowly glides along it, moving up the stairs lyrically as if dancing to the music she hears him playing in her mind, entranced by it, by him…her knees are weak, her heart is beating fervently…she’s already forgotten about the tough day at work and she’s completely thinking of how deeply she adores her man and how he’s surprised her with a special night out.

(The music intertwines with the dancing of higher pitched notes and then more chordal answers to those high pitched twinkles…you see I feel the twinkles as the little man in this piece..and the more gorgeous chordal follow-ups representing her feminine personality. But what I love most…is how BOTH of those things combine so much in this, which represents to me how ONE the two of them are, always one…even if the one is very small and the other extraordinarily tall. Can you see and feel him dancing, twirling in some moments before her? Feeling the joy it is to belong to her? I hope you can.)

She reaches her dressing room where she’s placed her little love’s home…a dollhouse. She rises over it magnificently and we see that as she enters the room, the roof barely reaching to her knees. She’s so happy and she bends at the knees to lower herself down and peek in through one of the windows, where her little love’s makeshift recording studio is located and we see her big dark eye peer in. The corner of her nose, then the pillowy softness of her lips appears as she now smiles in at him and shows him the card and rose she picked up just moments ago.

Unable to hold back her giddiness, she sets the flower and card down and gently lifts the roof off his house and we see her from his vantage point while he’s in the studio playing to her. She now rests her great head so high above on her hands, her elbows resting on the floor as she smiles contentedly at him, listening to his little melody. Her eyes closing, a sweet smile drawn upon her as she listens and moves melodically, being soothed by what he’s composed for her alone.

She blows him a sweet lover’s kiss deciding now that she needs to get ready for their special night out at the Opera and she slowly, for his sake and view…rises up from her kneel. She knows how much he loves when she does that…and she enjoys showing him how tall he makes her feel, especially in this moment. She proudly stands over him and then exaggerates her walk just a little, just for him…to her towering closet. Slowly she undoes her attire from the day, letting him capture everything, feeling sexy and her heart aflame. She glances over her shoulder to ensure he’s watching her, and of course he is!

She changes into a beautiful dress, and then with her eyes upon his little studio so far down below, she strides by him on the way to her vanity, where she takes a seat to put on some finishing touches to her makeup, peering out of her eye every so often to ensure he’s always watching.

And of course, his watch has never left her! How can he not? She’s his world!

We see him gulp a little and then smile with every move she made in undressing and re-dressing and then her striding slowly past and above him. She’s everything to him and more!

But we’re not even close to being done yet. No.

Now that she’s all dressed, it’s her man that needs to get changed…but not before she gets to hear his beautiful solo piano work. And as the song builds to that moment, it’s as if she knows its coming and she wants ALL of his attention on her in that moment. Through the magic of film…suddenly all of his fellow recording mates are gone and it’s just the two of them now and she’s reached down into the little recording studio and she’s lifting her little love and his baby grand piano up and out of the dollhouse in the palm of her hand. Lifting him higher and higher as he begins to play for her. The smile on her face is beyond gorgeous, she’s enraptured by his lyrical music, the subtleties and nuances she perceives tickle her ears and all of her inner senses. She feels like she’s on fire inside, that she’s as tall as the clouds as he plays from the stage of her hand!

As he finishes she sets him back down on the vanity table top, her chin now supported in her cupped hand and with the other she motions to him with a fidgeting pointing finger that tells him silently, “you need to get dressed little mister!” He smiles and his cheeks turn a little flush and then she produces a small hand-made tuxedo for him to wear. He proudly takes it from her fingertips and begins to walk behind a few of her makeup bottles and she playfully blocks his path, wagging a corrective finger back and forth at him…“No, no, no little darling, I get to watch!” He puts his hands to his hips as if to argue with her finger that’s almost twice his height, but of course he’s just teasing and he submits happily, changing his clothes before her. He knows how much she adores him like this, beneath her, right down to his naked skin and then she teasingly takes that little tuxedo away from him just as he’s about to put it on! He loves it so much when he knows he’s made her feel so playful, feeling all of her giant nature.

She smiles and giggles at him with that look of lust in her eyes, “What?! you look perfect!”, and he looks up at her, again putting his hands to now bare hips, giving her a bit of an indignant look “hey!”…but then it quickly turns to a smile…“Ohhh you’re so irresistible!” he’s thinking, and he shakes his head and she smiles back at him, they both giggle of the moment they’re creating, and she gives him back his little elegant tux.

She loves to watch him dress and when he’s all done he looks as handsome as ever to her…he always looks handsome to her, no matter what he’s wearing…or not. Her head still cupped in her one hand, with the other she now reaches down to him, her index finger extended and gently pets him from the top of his little head, down the back of his neck, over his small shoulders, down his delicate spine, over his cute bottom and down his manly legs. We see his eyes flutter to the feel of her amazingly gentle touch, he always loves when she does that and creates those delicious goosebumps along his skin.

Now she lays her open hand to the table and he knows exactly what to do. Every moment of how she shows him her size just makes his insides melt to her. She slowly lifts her love standing so sturdy aboard her palm, up toward her radiant face. And then she leans in and gives him one of the softest, gentlest, most adoring and loving wall-sized kisses she’s ever given him. She lingers on it, closing her eyes in the moment and we can tell just how deeply she loves him, she’s touched by him and how happy she is to have him as hers!

And we see him stretch his small arms so wide to gather in her big pillowy lips, soft and smooth and delicate and he returns her loving kiss, turning his small head and plunging his cheek against her lips and kissing her back. It makes my eyes sweat just to see it all.

She pulls him away after that long loving kiss, admiring him adoringly and then lowers him, giving a glance with her smoldering eyes to where she intends to place him. The camera doesn’t acknowledge that place for us.

And then we see a full length view of her picking up a little matching clutch and she tucks it under her arm as she walks out of the room…dressed to the nines for a wonderful, magical night out for some dinner and the Opera, with her perfectly beautiful, loving little man.


I don’t know if you will have seen this the way I have, and by the way, don’t let the music selection bore you. My tastes are very diverse and I’m simply posting this for the purpose of sharing the story this particular song showed my mind. As I said at the beginning, I don’t possess all the skills to write as well as many authors I’ve read from. I aspire to do better though and perhaps that will happen with more and more practice. My hope here is that you simply will have enjoyed what I shared and maybe you’ll see in the music what I saw. I still wish though, I had the money, skill and ability to write and produce my own vignette to this. It sure would be something for some of us that think about this sort of stuff, to enjoy seeing.

For now I’ll just say thank you for stopping by if you did and if you got something from this, I’m glad for that. Thank you!













Fire – Bad!


Fire – It can be good…and then well, bad. Fire bad! Fire, very bad!

I’ve had both in my life, the good and then, the bad kind. But as I always try to do, I tend to look at things with the glass half full versus half empty.

In nature, fire can be very harsh and destructive. But in the bad, especially when not made or caused by humans…fire is nature’s way of giving birth to new young, fresh life. Forests depend on fire! After so many seasons, the forest floors become cluttered with debris of all types and kinds. And when lightning strikes and sets that forest to blaze, it will take everything in its wake. Left are the blackened, charred remains that stink of death and everything cold and dark. And yet from those tendrils of destruction, comes the very birth of new seedling life. Green and moisture takes over what was grey and dry, starving for air.

Life begins again.

And so too does it for us humans. Though many reports you’ve heard tend to drone on these things to exhaustion (the media loves a good story and fire is one of them), the good that can come as a result of such a tragic event, is always the silver lining to an otherwise very emotional time.

A few years ago…I had such an event occur in my very home. And let me tell you, it was not only shocking…but life changing as well. If you’re a clutter monger like I am, this is the fastest way to remission and recovery of that ailment to be sure! I managed to get out of my house with only the clothes on my back and thankfully, my life! Because while I can sit here now and breath easy that I’m alive, well and healthy…I came as close as I’ve ever come in my life, to not being here and have the ability to share this!

And all because I was determined to save my mother’s cockatiel for which I had the distinctive honor to take over his care. My mother, god rest her beautiful soul, never knew that Willie…didn’t survive it. That’s a whole ‘nother story that maybe I’ll feel comfortable enough to share some day, but not right now.

What I found most fascinating, if one can say that having a fire in your own home is fascinating…is how fast it can travel and grow to out-of-control proportions. The Fire Chief that came within minutes of my call to 911, told me hours later that the fire had reached temperatures well over 1,000 degrees in a matter of minutes! Amazing that in rooms that actually had no fire in them at all…things made of plastic were melted and deformed. Even with no actual flames in a room 20 feet away or more…the fire left its ugly calling card on everything!

And the smell! Have you ever had a fire and breathed in its aftermath? If you have, then you know of what I speak. It’s an awful scent. And then there was the morbid task of digging and sifting through the charred remains to find anything of value that might be salvageable.

I lost a great deal that day and to be honest, the fire was just the tip of the iceberg to losses that had come already…and unbeknownst to me at the time, there would be more to come!

But, new life grew from the ashes of tragedy. Thank goodness for good homeowners insurance, though I will say that even working through that was not an easy venture. I’m a keep-to-myself kind of guy, but my day job is in sales and it suits me, because I am a friendly chap. But still, at the end of my day I come home tired, exhausted from the 12+ hours I just worked and all I want to do is collapse and be lazy. Without telling you what I actually do for a living, I’ll say that what I do is really a lifelong passion. I’m okay with the long work hours I put in because it’s a love and I believe I’m giving back to something that helped to shape the person I am today. So it was both an awkward yet touching thing for me, when a few of my fellow employees and customers I visit each week, heard of the event that happened and offered their support. Their thoughtful cards of well wishes, gift cards to help in the recovery of many things lost, it was all very kind and extremely generous.

I’m not very good with accepting gifts. I believe and was raised that to give is better than to receive. I believe we are all here to serve one another, to help each other enjoy the gift of life we are all very lucky to have! So it was difficult for me to accept those kind gestures of support but it also taught me, reminded me that we all as human beings have a built-in interest to help one another. In this day and age it’s something that is so easily lost. We get caught up in our daily lives; we feel stress and intensity to complete the projects we set for ourselves, or those whom we work for, set for us. There are *rules to living of course (you knew about that, right?) that we all must obey and follow, our devices keep us routinely checking and rechecking for important information that has to be responded to and acted on..IMMEDIATELY!!

You have to make that appointment on time, don’t forget to reply to my message within 5 minutes, don’t miss your exit or you’ll have to take a longer more time-consuming route to make up for your mistake, don’t forget to get that quote done by 3 today and oh yeah, you won’t even be able to be at a place you can DO that until 2:50, if you’re lucky! Pick up your dry cleaning today before 5 or else…and shoot, I’m out of Kefir and I gotta have Kefir in the fridge, so you need to stop at the grocery store on your way home! Got it? Oh look, you’re late now!

STOP!!! Just slow down!! Life will go on!

What is life if you don’t stop to smell the scenery and beauty of its brevity! No one is going to die or the world come to an end if you’re late to your appointment, or you don’t respond within the designated 5 minute time frame of a text…or if I miss my exit…I got to see something else I hadn’t before because of it, right? Rejoice in it!

My point is…Fire is everywhere! It’s a force of nature! It’s a force and fact of life and fire comes in many shapes and forms. Fire, whether its of intense orange and blue flame that scorches things to dust with its fierce unforgiving heat…or it’s a war waging on in some part of the world, or it’s a spirited argument between people, or a natural disaster of some type…these things bring the human spirit to its knees, its very basic level of the need and will to survive and help our fellow sisters and brothers to do the same. We come together in those moments and we plant the seeds to help each other rise up and appreciate each other just a little more.

I’m grateful to have my life! But I’m even more grateful of the lessons learned that life isn’t complicated, it’s very basic and simple really, and nothing is more important to me than to leave this world in better condition than the day I entered it.

Think of what the world and all its lives can be, it begins with me, it begins with you!

*there are no rules to living of course, I was just trying to be humorous.
Read More »

And Then There Was Light…


My name is Minuetto and I welcome you to this blog of mine. I’d like to start this as a beginning of things. And with that, I am sharing a piece of music that I recently discovered and have been very moved by emotionally. The title of the piece is Aurora Awakes and it was authored by a gentleman named John Mackey.

Mr. Mackey is an award winning composer in the concert band realm of the instrumental music world, born and raised in Philadelphia. He studied at the Cleveland Institute of Music and then went on to receive his Master’s Degree from Julliard School of Music.

He’s authored many works. But this selection written in 2009, is one of his more well-known pieces.

I would describe to you what the piece is to reflect, but I fear I could not do it the justice Mr. Mackey can well do better. And so with humble respect for this amazing work and to him, I am sharing what he has to say about this piece and its origin:

Aurora – the Roman goddess of the dawn – is a mythological figure frequently associated with beauty and light. Also known as Eos (her Greek analogue), Aurora would rise each morning and stream across the sky, heralding the coming of her brother Sol, the sun. Though she is herself among the lesser deities of Roman and Greek mythologies, her cultural influence has persevered, most notably in the naming of the vibrant flashes of light that occur in Arctic and Antarctic regions – the Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis.

Aurora Awakes is, thus, a piece about the heralding of the coming of light. Built in two substantial sections, the piece moves over the course of eleven minutes from a place of remarkable stillness to an unbridled explosion of energy – from darkness to light, placid grey to startling rainbows of color. The work is almost entirely in the key of E-flat major (a choice made to create a unique effect at the work’s conclusion, as mentioned below), although it journeys through G-flat and F as the work progresses. Despite the harmonic shifts, however, the piece always maintains a – pun intended – bright optimism.

Music has always been a big part of my life and I would like to share that passion I have as part of what I do and write about here. Music helps me see things. Music moves me in ways I’m still trying every day to understand better. I feel this piece is appropriate for my first blog entry. It’s the dawn of a new morning, a new day…and I feel as it moves along, it will only get brighter and brighter. There are of course other things this piece of music makes me think and feel, but more on that later.

For now I invite you to listen with me, this very moving piece of music. Close your eyes and let your soul be absorbed into it. And tell me what you see or feel? I see a wondrous, magical story that I’ll share with you all sometime soon.