The Evening

A nice wind blows in the evenings. The evening sunlight is gentle. I like this moment when a day, a unit of time, is approaching an end.
This summer was particularly hot. We came back to Japan for a long summer holiday after three years, and felt like we couldn't find a suitable place for us. It was a day by the seaside in the extreme heat. Rays of light became good for photos with most of the swimmers having gone home and the dusk was getting closer. We felt a nice feeling of tiredness after having played all day on the beach.

At last I felt relieved, when a concert tour suddenly started after the summer holiday in the heat. I was active at nights because I could not sleep even without jet lag, as we travelled in the heat, I got tensed from the pieces to perform, and I got excited by the first co-performance with Pascal Devoyon.

Well, this is what I felt when I woke up after a nice nap on the last day of the summer holiday.
The tofu seller's whistle that I heard when I was a child. The smell of heating the bath. I felt like going out by bicycle and dropping by a bookshop. I heard the sound of my mother's kitchen knife.

A hometown（furusato） is just like this.

Now Faure's music comes to my mind. The music of this shy person suits an autumn night. He researched composition methods, trying not to imitate others and not to disturb other composers, and he finally produced the music which expressed the subtle details of human senses in depth. His music doesn't have Debussy's revolutionary methods nor Ravel's flamboyance in his superb sound, but his subtle movements of chords brought tears to my eyes.
Finally his music reaches a climax, and the sense of elation is described as if he is asking "May I?" He is already burning in his heart, but having had hesitantly prolonged the process, then he finally sings the climax loudly like "Now, it's time". However, he withdraws immediately in the following bar with piano (diminish). How shy and romantic he is!
He might just be my favorite composers.
The recital series "Horigome Yuzuko violin works, the music journey for lyricism", which has lasted 5 years in Kyoto and Tokyo, reaches the final day tomorrow. Though it's an ordinary things to say, I feel like just started yesterday. I regret it is coming to an end, and I will perform Faure's sonata at the final stage of "the music journey". It may be not flamboyant like Frank's sonata, which I will also play, or may be weak as compared with "The Incantation" for violin solo written by Mr. Toshio Hosokawa. But, I like it very much.
I would like to bring this "shy person" to the stage, and applaud him with everybody else.