ALLOW ME
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Allow Me (Music and Life Notebook)
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Piano solo
Contemporary / 2020 / Copyright © Anaya Javier
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FROM HELL AND BACK
According to Wikipedia, "Grief" is simply the direct response to pain or loss, whether the response is physical, emotional or both; it is directly connected to how we behaved during the calamity.
I have been experiencing grief, and for me, what can I say?, it's been a year from hell and back. I read in a unfamiliar article that, there are five stages of grief, in another similar article they added two more, and that is not all, some other article dare to identified twelve. I am not an expert, however, I can tell, with no doubt in my heart, that there are at least one hundred and forty five indescribable stages of the devastating event that I am experiencing.
ASTONISHING CONVICTION
Since the very moment we are born, we are place in death row, we all know this, and yet, when the moment comes, we cannot make ourselves ready, because is not in our system to be ready for such dark predicament, on the contrary, we feel with astonishing conviction to the very last moment, that we are going to live forever. That thought itself, should suffice, in a way, to feel perpetually in some kind of emotional grief.
This contradiction of knowing and the refusal to accept the inevitable is what makes me deranged. The unsatisfactory answers and the unbelievable freedom some people take to explain comparable nonsense is excruciating to my core.
- Denial
- Bargaining
- Anger
- Guilt
- Depression
USELESS SHELTER
This piece of music for piano that I composed, is the result of grieving the death of my companion of twenty two years. The melody allows me to be strong and explore all the phases of grief, although, at the same time, it feels similar to a useless shelter that intends to protect me from a storm; because, the horrible state I am, will not disappear just by playing the piece.
The color of the melody gives me the opportunity to express different ideas and because of the rubato tempo, it provides the anticipation of something good about to happen but it never does; instead, I feel denial, I discern guilt and, I detect depression and I perceive bargaining inside me, but above all, I sense anger taking place and gaining territory. Pain cannot be fixed. and as I play the inexcusable measures I know that is going to be a long way, before I began to feel like myself again.
I do not think my composition is a depressing piece of music, some might hear melancholy instead, others might hear romance, yet, others will hear joy; but in my present condition, what I hear when I play the piece is vastly unpredictable.
INTENSE FRUSTRATION
Of the above phases, anger is what I experience with more intensity. I would like to think of it more as a profound frustration and disappointment. It takes time for grief to diminish, there's no time set for my poison emotions to heal. But with all honesty, sometimes I think I would be sad for the rest of my life. I read the following in a 2018 The New York Times article title: Understanding Grief by Jane E. Brody: “You never get over it, you get on with it, and you never move on, but you move forward.’” Indeed, it is deeply surprising how the world keeps functioning with so many wounded people roaming around.
ALLOW ME
Thus, allow me to feel pain. Give me space, I am not the first nor will be the last to experience the death of a love one, therefor, I do not need your pity, I am not a victim, keep your religious believes bury deep inside your mind, I don't care for them. They are not pleasant. Above all, keep silence and don't, I am going to be very clear on this, DON'T pretend nothing took place and that I should, instead, be happy on your own terms, because you cannot handle my misery.
Every time I play this piece, there are moments of realization where I can let go of my frustration and play Fortississimo without being afraid I might be, in all consent, out of line.
Written by Javier Anaya