Traumerei by Robert Schumann
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When I play this song I try to think about a big field of grass in the late summer. But nobody’s there. No, not even you, so don’t picture it. We don’t even know where it is. It’s far away.
Are you still peeking? Me too. There’s an oak tree. There’s a breeze on the long, tall, dry grass, and in the leaves of the tree. The breeze starts and stops. The notes play when the breeze comes and blows around the grass.
It makes it a little easier to play this song. Schumann himself said that nobody but his wife, Clara, could play his songs right. He’d probably tell me the same thing. He was crazy, you know. They locked him up and threw away the key.
Whoosh. Summer breeze.
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