Men who want to tell something to very many people, many of whom they
do not know and to whom they cannot go, write down all they have to
say and make a book of it. There are some men, however, who have many
beautiful thoughts which they wish to tell to those who can
understand; these may dwell in their own land or in other lands; in
their own time or in future time. But the message of these men is so
beautiful and so delicate that it cannot be told in words, so they
tell it in music. Then, in their own land and in other lands, in their
own day and forever after, people can find out the delicate thoughts
by studying the pages of the music, seeking _with their hearts_ the
thought that came out of the master's heart.
Do you wonder that composers revere their art? We are told of Chopin
that art was for him a high and holy vocation.[8] Do you wonder? Let
me read you a few words about his devotion: "In order to become a
skilful and able master he studied, without dreaming of the ... fame
he would obtain." "Nothing could be purer, more exalted, than his
thoughts,"[9] because he knew that if his thoughts were not pure the
impurity would come out in his music.
The music that has first been felt in the heart and then written down
finds its way and tells all about the heart, where it was born. When
you play and feel that you are playing from the heart, you may be sure
you are on the right path.
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