Oddly, I can’t remember what inspired this one
Prelude to Joy / Prelude to Time / free download > Inspired by the photograph of 13-year old Krystyna Trzesniewska taken at Auschwitz by fellow Polish prisoner, Wilhelm Brasse Inspired by watching my youngest brother and his wife patiently direct for hours on-end the tireless play of their two grandchildren ages 2 and 4 show about the numerous young veterans who are living with catastrophic injuries they incurred in our recent wars The informal title is, “Maybe Tomrrow There Will Be Peace.” I wrote this after seeing a T.V. I wrote this piece after rediscovering one of the few Preludes by Chopin that I am able to play in which every one of Chopin’s notes carries equal importance to the whole piece My Internist had started my on a statin drug which caused me to have insominia for the first two weeks this was written during one of those sleepless nights A few months later, I wrote this piece to express my grief and thank him for the joys he brought into my life. He and his wife had been the center of our large family for many years and he was our family jokester. One of my 7 brothers had died after a long illness. Inspired by thinking about the good things that can only come from the safety of home Inspired by an old photo I found that was taken around 1961 in which me and my brothers and sisters are dressed in homemade Halloween costumes – bedsheets and crayon makeup. I was feeling down about the hard changes aging brings against my will and remembering the things, places, and people I will never see and enjoy again Inspired by learning to forgive the love of my life for our breakup it only took me 25 years Keene then gave me the ins piration to dedicate this piece which he wrote for me, to my friend. As I was putting the final touches on this piece and writing out the score, a 95 year old Irish friend of mine, Bill L. When I woke up, I sat down at my piano and played this melody, so I must credit the “real” author as Sean Patrick Keene, MD. I went to bed that night thinking about him. I then learned he had died a few years back from a heart attack. I do not know why he came to mind since I had not seen him in 30 years. One day I was remeniscing about some nursing adventures in the 1980’s working with a brilliant but endlessly irascible Irish-American orthopedic surgeon with whom I happened to get along well. Since he was 39 years old at the time and I had never seen him dance before, I thought a waltz would be the easiest for him to learn. To me and her husband, who always touched her gently and spoke with her in lovingly kindness, her screams seemed to vary in volume, pitch and vibrato, so he and I imagined that she was just singing her favorite operas. She often screamed-out suddenly which frightened the other nurses. Written to honor the first patient I had back in my nursing days in the late 1970’s who had Alzheimers Disease. Inspired by my heart doctor who told me how excited his young children were to be traveling on an airplane to the point they could not resist running up and down the aisle to endlessly converse with as may of the passengers as possible, to some of those passengers’ chagrin. Inspired by my amateur hobbies of birdwatching and bird photography. No particular inspiration just sat down to play