Poesia
Montmartre is on a hill in the north of Paris. When in town we visit often, sitting in the square with its small shops and watch the people. Kerry and I have a game we like to play. As the crowds stroll by, we make up stories about their lives - imagining what they are thinking and feeling. Some are happy, others rush by with a determined urgency - and a few have a quiet sadness about them. The couples are our favorite because you can feel the special bond they have for each other. Its not in their words, but in the quiet way they hold hands and look at each other. You realize how much the same we all are - believing, loving and sometimes falling down. So, our stories always end with a happy ending - it is our story of course!
Score: Flute / Bb Clarinet / Piano / Violin / Viola
Montmartre is on a hill in the north of Paris. When in town we visit often, sitting in the square with its small shops and watch the people. Kerry and I have a game we like to play. As the crowds stroll by, we make up stories about their lives - imagining what they are thinking and feeling. Some are happy, others rush by with a determined urgency - and a few have a quiet sadness about them. The couples are our favorite because you can feel the special bond they have for each other. Its not in their words, but in the quiet way they hold hands and look at each other. You realize how much the same we all are - believing, loving and sometimes falling down. So, our stories always end with a happy ending - it is our story of course!
Score: Flute / Bb Clarinet / Piano / Violin / Viola
