This is how heart-wrenching and beautiful love would sound.
You truly deserve the title of being the greatest pianist of all time. Your music cry out like you said they would. Was that because you went through lots of life's wavy paths which brought you much sadness? A great pianist whom everyone worshipped, yet a lone man in solitude? Was your legend of playing untarnished at the expense of walking through deep dark valleys while gnashing your teeth in pain? With your heart of pure gold, didn't you feel unjustified?
Did you live your life like this piece of music, so beautiful and tranquil, yet agitated and wild? Would you play this once more for me when we meet one day? If you hear me playing this piece, would you also not offer me any technical advice and instead tell me to "wash my dirty linen at home"? Maybe you would tell me that I'm as bad as any pianist would get and suggest we have tea instead? We could sit beneath the clouds on the green grass pastures, sipping english tea from china teacups embellished with pretty roses on mine and whichever flower you like on yours. Tulips maybe? And we would have a view so beautiful it takes away our breaths, just like you imagined in your dreams of love. And unlike all your portraits, would you smile as if your heart was filled with joy and serenity?
Thank you Liszt. I hope you are finally as happy, as serene as the music you lived and loved.
O lieb, so lang du lieben kannst!
O lieb, so lang du lieben magst!
Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,
wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst! - Ferdinand Freiligrath
O love, so long as you can!
O love, so long as you may!
The hour is coming, the hour is coming,
When you will stand by graves and weep!
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