So I was writing this scene this morning.
Sophie and Ludwig are standing along the bank of the Rhine, watching two swans float down stream. They are talking about music, and about Ludwig’s unsuccessful and unpleasant trip to Holland. He tells her that he doesn’t want to be expected to perform like some sort of trained monkey at the whim of the nobles. She says, “Well, isn’t that what being a musician is all about?”
He gets upset. He says, “No! It shouldn’t be like that. You can either be a slave to aristocracy or can submit to the music as your master. I know that you understand exactly what I mean, I’ve seen it in your eyes…I’ve heard it in your playing. Those moments when you’re lost in the music and it’s as if you’ve tapped into some divine, eternal source, bubbling up from inside of you.”
As I’m writing this, I’m trying to think of how Sophie will respond to this. She knows what he’s talking about. The moments where she feels like she’s united through her creative endeavors to The Creator Himself, or at least one glorious aspect of Him. I’m trying to figure out what she’s going to say and then it hits me.
The river. The pair of swans being led downstream by the immensely powerful and yet silent, peaceful river. Here, without realizing it, my subconscious has created this beautiful analogy, wrapped it up, and put a big shiny bow on top for me. The swans are Sophie and Ludwig. The river is the gift…the music given to them… Just at the moment that I’m realizing this, I get a text message from Josh saying simply, “I love you”. The ringtone on my phone? The first four notes of the fifth symphony.
Fate knocks on the door….
*goosebumps*
I love it when that happens. It’s like our subconcious mind is ten steps ahead of our concious mind, and we don’t relize it until we sit back and pay attention. Nice read, is this a book you are working on?