People often question what about the music I love speaks to me so well.

It is a difficult one to explain.

For me, it would be simple to say I love "classical" music because of the experience. It's one of those undeniable feelings that are unexplainable, a sensation that speaks so vividly that the people surrounding me rarely understand what all the hype is about. It is always changing, my perspective shifting every minute. For me, it is a musical moment, that if only for a moment, seems to speak to all the levels of your life. Reflecting back on it later may seem rather distant and random now, but at the moment it was the very reason why you loved everything.

Reflecting back, Chopin was one of the first loves I had in the musical world, and Chopin's Prelude No.15 in D-flat Major, Op.28 "Raindrop" was one of the first pieces that, at the time produced a feeling that a younger me had no clue what to do with.


Vladimir Horowitz performs