The most unusual piano lesson
Some years ago, I was supposed to give a piano lesson to a 11-years-old Swedish girl.
To make it short, we began to improvise something – she had never played piano before – and as she felt safe with me, belive it or not, she began playing!!! the most incredible peculiar song. Her improvisation sounded similar to Carmina Burana of Carl Orff – it was incredibly coherent piano playing, and, what was astounding is that she sang along in a langauge I HAD NEVER HEARD BEFORE! It was an eery combination of Latin and old Italian. It was unbelievable, it was like she was in trance…I could almost discern the words she sang…A sad story about a curse, a monster and a girl kidnaped…oh, if I had words to depict the curious and odd melody she was both murmuring and crying out…It was some kind of conjuration…I was enthralled and taken aback…
I told her narcissistic and fatuous mother about her daughter`s unusual talent, and she dismissed me with a distorted and idiotic smile, totally ignoring my words…
I don´t know what happened to that girl ever since…Never saw her again…
Think it over: how was it possible that a young girl with no connections to Italy was speaking that remarkably odd language? Where did it all come from?… Also considering that the girl had never played the piano before, how on earth could she start playing the most uncommon and complex melody?
How is one to explain that?…
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Did her mom have issues with her learning to play? Or did she think the lessons weren’t useful?
I don´t know. The mother thinks she is a painter, awfully narcissistic and self-absorbed, she has absolutely no talent whatsoever…So I guess, she got jealous on her daughter…
After all these years I should try to ask her daughter if she remembers that moment…
I am not sure she would, as she kind of felt embarrassed and rather abashed after that odd encounter of ours…this kind of things we usually repress and consign to the subconscious.
Unfortunate for the girl. Obviously a creative and talented soul.
Great story.
interesting but rather sad…isn´t it?
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