There was a time when silence was heard, when trees were in harmony with the grass and the song of flowers, when the afternoons were gardens of fragrances and twilights threaded their velvety harps near to the weary eyelids of the day, when the moment lasted an eternity and the longing, the reverie, the melancholy would subdue the impassioned gestures of love…
There was the realm of the pre-classical, of sensibility touched by the music of spheres, of perfect, unaffected hearing, at whose gate sublime inspirations would turn up…
Then lived on earth an Albinoni, a Pergolesi, a Marcello, a Vivaldi, a Corelli, a Haendel, a Bach. They lived, they composed, they accomplished, meeting the universal stillness with whispers of the genius dressed in transparency and serenity, and from a certain moment they disappeared in the turmoil of a world that had begun moving its armors.
Never again will there be a servant more modest and humble than the composer of paradisiac callings which we can hear – graceful blessings for the spirit – in the four seasons of perfect music…
Pre-classical.
Georg Friedrich Händel: 23 February 1685 – 14 April 1759
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