"Moon River" is medicine for melancholy. It is gentle and, either by its own power or its connection to Audrey Hepburn, "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and other times and places, it reverberates with the power of love, of dreaming, of how, in spite of everything, we endure and, perhaps, thrive. We are altered, not defeated.
After two years of Latin in junior high school, French - in high school - seemed so much more sophisticated, lent itself more easily to dreaming and the vocabulary, shaped with such unfamiliar care in the mouth, so much more succulent. Other than the occasional word and how nearly to pronounce it, the portion of poem below is what I remember best. It sidled up in curiously continental fashion today to address itself to countless heavy hearts.
Alfred de Musset
Quand on perd, par triste occurrence,
Et sa gaieté,
Le remède au mélancolique,
C’est la musique
Et la beauté !
When you lose, by sad occurrence,
The cure for melancholy,
This is the music
I nearly forgot. This is the other thing I remember.
Credit goes to:
Sacred Heart Choristers - Sacred Heart Catholic Church - Warner Robins, GA - Mrs. Lindsey Skinner, Director of Music - May 8, 2011