Music: - when I was a wee lad, and I wept for the sheer beauty of it.

Was I eight years old, or was I ten years old?

My exact age doesn't matter, except that I know it happened before my teen years.

I had gone to bed. From the radio downstairs I heard the sheer beauty of a  piece of music.

It was "The Arrival of The Queen of Sheba" from G.F. Handel's oratorio "Solomon".

I left my bed, stood on the stairs,  and started to cry.  My parents, and maybe also my big sister Maureen,  heard me.

"Why" they asked "are you crying?"

As best I could I explained that the music I'd heard had a beauty which made me cry.   They understood.

And this particular piece still evokes my lachrymose tendencies!



https://youtu.be/C66XCqWkhmw



Solomon and the Queen of Sheba

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