This is what I mean:
Robin captured this image yesterday, in our garden, brought on by the sunny spell. By this morning the white petals are less vibrant and the beauty beginning to fail.
Unlike the piece Robin is composing which is nearing completion and will hopefully have a longer life span than the flower.
I read a quote today that also touched me:
"With a great musician...his playing is become so transparent, so
full of what he is interpreting, that himself one no longer sees
and he is nothing now but a window opening upon a great work of
art." Marcel Proust (1871-1922)
The musician is merely a temporary custodian of the music, rather like being a parent really.
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