Music can at times for me be the source of much feeling and emotion, even when the song may be new to me and I have no prior memory’s attached to it to add to it that depth of feeling nostalgia may allow for. There is oft not anything in it so solid and stable that I can grasp onto it long enough to pin it down with words, or even images, but the feeling I get from the music lingers well after it has finished playing. After reading about Swann’s experience with Vinteuils’s sonata for piano and violin, I at once felt an urgent and compressing desire to hear for myself the cause of this ecstasy of Swann’s. My curiosity was not of no avail, it was rather simple to find with the aid of youtube. My disappointment, of which I must admit to having, thereby came not from the lack finding this song but rather from this song not eliciting from me the same emotional wells as it did from Swann. Perhaps the song had been ruined for me before listening to it, by the overly high expectations that I’d let slip into my head. I am not meaning to insinuate that it wasn’t a lovely song, it was beautiful, I just didn’t connect with it on the same emotional planes. Later that night, however, I experienced that almost spiritual feeling I’d earlier in the day been looking so hard for in Vinteuil’s sonata, but in Ravel’s Daphnis et Chloe. I found it through listening to Rachmaninov, a favorite composer of mine. it was in the suggestions and I clicked on it without much expectation for what I was about to experience. Within the first few minutes it’d transported me to this high place where I felt as if I was bathing in sun rays and the breeze carried me softly through a meadow where nymphs danced and reveled. I did not see this visually, this is just the visual interpretation of how this song made me feel, as I do not know how to attempt describing it in words in any other way.