Nocturne op.9 No.2 by Chopin but your neighbor is depressed again
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- Please send some love to the depressed neighbor :(
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Stay safe,
Lou
my stupid self would probably fall in love with that neighbor if i heard him playing
underrated comment right here
This is how one-shot story made
saaaaame
LMAO
What if he's 56 or something?
I prefer this painting over Starry Night, I think there's something more melancholic about it. It compliments the music really nicely
Totally agree with you. It's my favorite painting of Van Gogh.
Can you tell me the name of the painting pls 🥺
Shiva Pratiata I call it “The Roman Starry Night” but I think it has multiple names
Starry Night Over the Rhône
@@owlaowlstrowski3998 thanks❤
Everyone: sad
Me: "How the hell did he get the piano into his studio apartment on the 15th floor?"
a crane-
he shrinked it, of course
...i don't need sleep, i need answers.
elevator
Steinway and Sons magic.
honestly this makes me feel kinda safe, like being warm in a french apartment and I’m not mad ab it
karli zerek yES
karli zerek def my situation now
Being warm in a french apartment is what I need right now
@@Ghostbuster07 Well i'm in a french apartment and it's just like a regular apartment
I wish being in a French apartment would feel like that
Plot twist: the depressed neighbor is you
Another plot twist: these replies are making me sad and I want you all to know that I love you
Canis Mercifex sounds about right
How'd you know! WITCHCRAFT! WITCHCRAFT I SAY!!!
I came here to comment this and the first comment i saw was yours. How did u know??
damn u right
Yeah basically
okay but i really do b listening to these while mentally breaking down into a million pieces it’s okay it helps
aww dont cryyyy
but same doe lmao
This is actually quite relaxing for me c:
felt this on a whole new level
Samee girll
same
Plot twist: The depressed neighbor is your ex lover but you lost memory of them in an accident. Now he plays the songs you used to dance to hoping you remember them.
Yo that's sad
this is only 2 sentences but already make a great story
That's too good
id watch a film with this plot
@@beyoursunshinee Basically the Notebook, but with music instead of the notebook.
Yeah... I'd watch it too
Paris, 1918.
He sat there, trying to figure out what to do next. The sound of the raindrops on his window reminded him of a better time, a time when he was in love. He opened his window allowing a soft breeze to blow in. He closed his eyes, and went back to that day.
It was a warm summer night, and although a dark cloud of rain hung over the entire city, he knew it was going to be a magical night. He entered the ballroom, and as if by magic, he saw her. She was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.
Of course, being 18 and sent to Paris from America didn't help his case at all. His father had told him that he was a man now and he needed to start a life of his own. Moving to Paris was a huge leap, but he didn't see a life for himself in America.
He was hesitant to even approach such a gorgeous creature, when suddenly, she walked over to greet him first. They exchanged friendly banter, with him constantly fiddling with his shirt sleeve out of anxiousness, and before he knew it, he was waltzing with the woman of his dreams.
Suddenly a gust of wind knocked over a picture frame and jolted him out of his fantasy. He got up, shut the window, and walked over to the fallen frame. He picked up the picture and let out a sad laugh. They looked miserable in this picture, but only because they had to sit for so long for it to be taken. He sat down with the frame still in his hand, and let out a sigh.
The past year of his life was an emotional blur. He could recall bits and pieces, but could never remember the whole story. Countless nights filled with passion and romance, a bond for life that could never be broken. But then he remembered. The love of his life was had left him.
Every time he closed his eyes he swore he saw a fleeting glimpse of her face, but he knew that it wasn't real.
He snapped back to reality and grabbed his jacket before heading out the door.
The rain was falling much harder now, but that couldn't stop him from going to see his love again. He stopped by a flower stand and bought a single rose, and continued on his way.
He searched for nearly an hour when he finally spotted her. He ran across the path, nearly slipping on almost every puddle, to get to her. When he was finally standing in front of her, he smiled with tears in his eyes, before starting with "hello, my love". He blinked the tears from his eyes and continued. "I know it's been nearly a year since you left, but I just can't bring myself to get over you. I told you that'd I'd love you till the end, and that was a promise." He kneeled down in front of her. "I know that you didn't choose to go, but I can't help but think what the rest of my life would've been like with you. I still love you, dear, and I plan to love you until the day that I die." He placed the rose near the headstone in front of him. "Until next time, my love, goodbye"
shit thats depressing
omg i cried
Incredible writing my friend. Thank you.
I cried to this
it is really beautiful !! i love the way you write :)
POV: your neighbor starts to play this piano piece. You're home alone. It starts raining. You feel a bit tired so you try to sleep on the couch. Suddenly, half asleep, you start to remember something that you can't fully clarify. And then suddenly you understand that those memories never happened. You realize you don't have neighbors. It's not raining. You don't have a body. You're not even a person. You're the music, played by someone. Just floating in the infinite space, for the eternity.
when is this movie coming out?
@@thisisntahandle Just close your eyes and, while listening to this superb piece, be the movie you want to watch.
iloveyouuh
Well, this took an unexpected metaphysical turn
wow, that was unexpectedly beautiful
What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong but the world is a terrible mess.
or myb what a wonderful world by louis armstrong but quarantine is over or something lol
I need this
are you talking about a yt video or real life?
Thats just What A Wonderful Worls by Louis Armstrong played at any time
Just listen to it. No edit needed.
The bachelor in apartment 4B:
When I first moved in, at night, if I opened my windows, I could hear happenings of the man in 4B. the chatter from the spectators above, the clinking of glasses, the laughter and mayhem. He was a popular character, always throwing parties, wine tasting, birthday celebrations, you name it. And every night, as they winded down, and the night it felt, should come to an end, he would go to his piano, and play a beautiful tune. a spectacle that seemed to float above the air. The guests would stand around him quietly. The breathtaking beauty. I too would find myself holding my breath. Letting the music sweep me away into the warm summer night sky. And when he finished, they said their goodbyes, gathered their coats and left. But I still leaned over my balcony, breathing in the cool breeze. As he sat down and continued to play. alone to himself I suppose, but also, to me. Or at least that’s how it felt. It felt as if he knew I was below him. Soaking in the music. He would play all through the night as I drifted to sleep. Those were the nights I slept the best, a comforting lullaby that wrapped me tight and carried me away into slumber. When fall came he met her. She had met him at one of his gatherings, they chatted alone on his balcony, diving into eachothers words and thoughts. He confessed his feeling of emptiness, the reason he made himself so attractive to strangers. He said he’d hoped someday someone would come along, and understand the emptiness, and maybe, they could fill it for him. She moved in with him a month later. He hosted no more parties and yet his apartment was still full of laughter and music. They danced around the room and embraced eachother with love and fullness. The warm glow casted from their windows shone down into my bedroom. He wrote her beautiful songs. And played them to her at night. The sound would drift into my apartment. You could feel the flustered stumbling of love. The fluttering feeling of the touch of a hand. The taste of the sweet nectar of happiness. It was the worst music I had ever heard because it made me feel cold. And empty. The night sky was lonely, and I no longer wrapped myself in the sound. It was unfamiliar, a stranger. I closed my windows. And then suddenly the music stopped for a long while. There was no more laughter or songs. Only occasionally shouts, and weeping. And then nothing. For months there was nothing. I began to worry for them. I began to worry for him. Even the worst music was better than no music. Winter came and my thoughts wandered. and I found myself missing the sweet music. Once, I found myself outside his door. My hands trembling, I wanted the knock on the door but couldn’t bring myself to. We were strangers, what could I say? The apartment was so quiet for so long i wondered if they had left. If he had left. And then one day, on a cold winter night. I heard it. The music drifting to my ears like the snowflakes that fell from the sky. It startled me, and I quickly cracked open my window to listen. It was his music yes, but, it was different. It felt heavy, and slow, and cold. I felt the sorrow, and pain in each note he played. It carried on and with each chord i felt this unbearable feeling of emptiness. I felt his emptiness. I understood now what he meant. I found myself standing on my balcony. Looking up into the black sky, the snow melting on my cheek felt like tears landing upon my soul. I stood there and listened to the most beautiful, heart wrenching song I had ever heard. I felt his misery and darkness, it glided through the air and touched my ears with its numb caress. standing there below him. I wanted to tell him he wasn’t alone. I wanted to tell him he was never alone, I was there with him. Even at his darkest hour. I was there. And I wanted to reach up and shake him. And hold him and tell him i felt it too. But instead I stood glued to the cold concrete. As he played the final note. The sound resonating, like a ringing in my ears. And then, silence. The loneliest silence. That was the last song ever played by the bachelor in apartment 4B.
that was beautiful thanks for sharing the story or your story either way may he live his best lives and the legacy of the humming notes still breath in the breeze and sorrow wind have a good day snaccbutton :)
Holy shit why doesn’t this have more likes? It’s beautiful!
this is so beautiful omg, i’m not even a fan of reading but this was different
that was beautiful! i read this out loud to myself and it sounds amazing! thank you very much
snaccbutton that was astounding, even more so then any other short story I’ve ever read
this comment section feels like home, where everyone here understands each other, will hug you and give u endless love and support
Welcome. We have been waiting for you.
idk why but for me its filled with ao3 writers
@@facebones love that too lol
heart emoji
Love for everyone
It reminds me when I was home alone and realised that I do not have friends to hangout with.
The story of mi life
Alone as the piece of shit I feel
_'first time ?'_
Fabian Weber no :)(
It’s a lonely life for folks like us, the outcasts I guess, but it does give us more time to think about stuff, for better or for worse, and also to appreciate beauty like this painting, song, and video.
dont worry friend
Day 406 of quarantine: all sounds of the outside world have stopped. No car horns or the sound of sneezing anymore, just silence. The electricity was cut long ago. The rations have run out and Iv been forced to eat toilet paper. My body has become weak. Surly the people in the other Life Pods have met a similar fate. I haven’t even been in the hallway since the day Johnny went mad and ran out the apartment. I should of gone after him, but I didn’t have the courage to leave. Oh well, doesn’t matter now. I don’t think I’ll live to see day 407 of quarantine. As I’m about to drift off I hear this soft melody break the silence. It’s coming from the wall, Sarah’s apartment. It was her favorite song so long ago. “But that can’t be... she’s...”
same but like who said I was forced to eat that toilet paper😳😳
Go write a book I beg of you
i want the after life or another story! The way you write and describe is just amazing
periodddd
Bro honestly, you gotta go write this into a book.
THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST POETIC AND BEAUTIFUL COMMENT SECTION EVER AND IM JUST OVER HERE LIKE 💧👁👄👁💦
@Heidi Debbarma LMAO IKR ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY SMOL TIRED BRAIN 🤣
Frr
WHY ARE WE YELLING
@@ethanbarr6308 I DONT KNOW 😭
@@zzzzzzzzzzzzyyz OH OK
my depression got worse ever since I've been quarantining
But its fine i tell all my problems to my cat
Same bro. If you ever need someone to talk to, we’re here for you :)
glad u have a cat. i don't have a pet 😔
Niken Granger Any type of plant is a good substitute
I deal with severe depression, but my cat has fleas so...
I just wait ‘till nighttime falls so I can look up at the stars and close my eyes x ;)
I hope you get better and you become happy again. You honestly deserve nothing but happiness. Stay prayed up ❤️
Does anyone else feel romantically sentimental while listening to this?
yes!! i thought i was crazy
Idk, I feel empty
welcome to chopin
Idk i prefer chop sui
Leon K Hahahaha Bruh
I learned gymnopedie no 1 because of that other “depressed neighbor” video. time to continue my saga as the depressed neighbor- i’ve got the sheet music for this one printed out. chose the version in E flat, because my mentor always tells me I have a flat hand when I play, and I was feeling cynical.
I was planning on killing myself on may 31st. I had it all planned out from the start of the second semester, it was the only thing i was hoping for, for months. I don’t use the word “hope” lightly.
Well, quarantine threw a wrench in all that. Everything’s different now. I can’t trust that my family will be taken care of, if I don’t stick around. May 31st came and went. i’m still here. Not sure whether I like it very much or not, but I am here. And I have to be here for a while now, I think. Take care of my family. i’ve always assured my brother that I will take care of him. he’s disabled, and needs someone to help him. Now I know that, to see that through, I will need to be here.
i’ve been thinking that, if i’m forced to have a future, I should have some plans. So far, here’s what i’ve come up with: When i’m graduated from college, i’ll save up and buy a boat. Big enough for one or two people, to sleep on even. I’d like to take it out one clear night, on a new moon. I try to envision it. Would the stars above me look like flickering pinpricks through a black velvet sky? Would they reflect off of black satin waters, so clearly that I could look down and trace the constellations in the current? I imagine myself, sitting on the deck of my boat, in the dead of night, at the edge of a little universe all of my own, and I can feel myself there- the gentle ebb and flow, and the tranquil melancholy of water splashing lightly around me. I think, there, I could convince myself that the sky was below me, and the waters far above my head, and if I dip my hands below the surface I could cup my hands around a star, and rearrange the constellations. I could undo orion’s belt, turn leo upside down and backwards, and shoo away andromeda in the opposite direction. I’ve always felt i’d be better served living up with the stars. Might as well do some interior design while I can.
Maybe i’d be happy there. I don’t know. I don’t think i know what it is to be happy, I can’t recall ever feeling it. But when I picture it in my head, I feel at home. And that may just be the closest I ever get, to happy.
I really, truly hope I get there.
quarantine sucks but you can do it, i believe in you
damn, i want to talk to you so bad. you seem cool, like someone id get along with, idk, it would be nice just to talk about life, and opinions. if you see this, or for that matter anyone reading these comments sees this and wants to come chat, my discord is "the whole pancake#1362"
It is all a very trying time for all of us, and I hope we can all get through this :))
There are award-winning movies less entertaining than the journey this comment just took me on. Bravo.
I know I’m like a month late, but if you’d like a friend then I’m here (if you have discord or any of that). Also, that boat and the beautiful sky, I could just imagine the waters reflecting the glistening stars, you have wonderful tastes.
POV: You live at an apartment building in France, it’s a quiet rainy midnight and you stand at your balcony just under the roofing. You hear a sorrowful piano song play from your neighbours apartment, Turning to see them gracefully dancing on their balcony in the rain and moonlight as tears fall silently down their cheeks. You hardly ever saw your neighbour, it was rumoured that they had clinical depression due to a loved one passing and that they hardly left their room. It looked as though their wet skin was glowing under the night’s natural pale moonlight. You watch the solitary dance in silence as they poetry all their emotion into their movements, no words said and you automatically briefly understand how they feel by their body language. You swear you saw a faint white outline of somebody dancing with them in the rain. They collapse against the balcony as an ocean of silent tears stream down their cheeks; they blended in with the rain trickling down their skin. They weakly hold onto the balcony, looking out at the quiet dark town below. The Eiffel tower just in the distance, they look out to it and you swear you see a glimpse of hope in their eyes.
abortkitty wow this is really good writing
Holy shit we’re rich if we were able to rent a apartment with the Eiffel Tower as your view
I live in Paris, in a little appartment, and every night, i look in my window and see the Eiffel tower, and the whole world seems to be different, quiet ( thanks coronavirus) and i just love that feeling ( sorry for my english 😬)
Sienna Exton-Hussain defiantly :) u got instagram or messenger? 💞
beautifuk
you watch him playing the piano from your bedroom window.
he looks like an angel from above. slim fingers moving delicately across the white tiles, almost not hitting the piano. the sounds coming out from the piano remind you of memories, good ones, bad ones, made you feel nostalgic. you look up to his face and frown. it seemed as if he had lost something dear to him. he was closing his eyes, with lips curving down at the sides, portraying feelings he never knew he had through the piano.
he feels the glare behind him and stares back. looking past the tears of the sky falling down, he notices a figure, a fragile figure. almost as fragile as the piano he had played a few moments ago. reminding him of how he was like a piano, delicate, with lots of emotions. but, gets played by the wrong people. he heads back to his room, thinking just maybe, you could play his piano correctly.
WHERES THE MF BOOK
:'(
AYO REAL SHIT?
that last line had me sobbing
Paris, 1924
Cigarette smoke. I could clearly tell the man that lived in 113 was writing again. The laughter of his son had died down a few hours ago, which made sense, since no child would be awake at this ungodly hour, when only the streetlights lit the way and the tower was dim as the night.
I was sleepless again, just like almost every other night, and I find myself standing at the doorway of my balcony, listening to whatever the man in 115 is playing at two in the morning with a bottle of wine to hopefully knock myself out before I end up crying again about my brother that was taken from me by the war.
_Chopin,_ he was playing Chopin this time, and my intoxicated thoughts wandered over to Monsieur Lagarde of 115.
How I came to know his name, I had no idea.
Nobody in the building ever really knew him, including me. All I know was that he was a librarian, and he always played something on the piano at two in the morning. He played beautifully, if it always didn't sound so hauntingly lonely.
He lived alone, like most of us, but I never once heard someone come in with him. I occasionally have some friends over, or a nice gentleman, but not once have I heard him bring anyone over in the past three years that he had lived next door.
_Did he not have any friends?_
I finished off the last of my glass, taking a clean one and grabbing the bottle before I went and tightened my robe around me. The only thing that made sense was to wait outside his door until he stopped playing and knock until he opens it.
I can tell it was going to end. I had a strange feeling I couldn't just show up half-drunk outside his door in my nightgown again. The music fades, slowly, slowly as though it wasn't willing to let go just yet, but knows that it must.
I paused for a few seconds, hearing his footsteps thud against the hardwood floor, along with a chair being dragged. He was probably cleaning up, knowing he was done for the day, and I momentarily came to my senses.
_Do people even clean up at two in the morning? Who does that?_ Because I sure as hell didn't.
My knocks echoed so loudly across the silent, empty hall that it scared me for a little bit, only realising a few seconds later that it wasn't the landlord knocking at my door, but me, knocking on Monsieur Lagarde's.
I immediately wanted to retreat to my room, knowing that I haven't really thought about this when I knocked on his door. What should I even say? _Bonjour?_ Two o'clock wasn't exactly considered as daytime yet, and it _is_ a little too late for bonsoir. French was confusing when you're English and stumbling drunk at two in the morning.
A tall man greeted me at the door. In the dark, I could make out his frame, and a little bit of his face. "Bonj- I mean, Salut!" The panic was a little too obvious on my voice, having almost said bonjour when he opened the door a little too quickly. "Sorry." I gave him a sheepish smile when he tilted his head to the side, as if wondering what on earth was I doing outside his door.
"Sorry to bother you, I live next door, and I wanted to tell you that you play wonderfully."
He hesitated, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the glasses and the bottle in my hand. "Do you like Merlot?"
"It's good." he said, trying to block my view into his apartment, his head covering the view of the unlit chandelier, looking a little tense as he did. "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
He stared at me for a while, blinking at me for a few seconds as though I wasn't real. I watched as he looked back at his chandelier with a deep sigh, moved to step on the chair below and untied the coil of rope that hung from it, his movements slow, without any hurry at all. I patiently stood. _He's beautiful._ I thought, he truly was as he untied his rope, all hopelessness that he had on his face earlier suddenly converted into concentration to complete his task.
And when he finally did, he returned to his place in the doorway, still holding the rope in his hands. I knew what he was going to do with it, it still had the noose tied and everything. I made no noise when he let out a breath, and finally, a ghost of a smile.
"Alright."
edit:
_hi, hello, I wrote a prequel to this should I post it in the gymnopedie video?_
edit:
_I did it. Check out the 1 hour Gymnopedie no. 1 video 😘✌️✨_
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wow
This needs more recognition
That was amazing i Love it
this is really good, ur really good
omg this is beautiful
Should have known better by Sufjan Stevens but you're driving home from their funeral
Very
yes!
@@prihodkas 👍
@@Maria-wr9ww 👍
This made me want to start playing piano again. I stopped because my mental health was dissolving. Hours of practice and no improvement. I cry sometimes and think back to the times I would play on my great grandmas piano. My mom (who also played piano) loved when I played this song. I play violin now and I’m much happier but I can’t help but miss playing the piano.
I can't believe that other people listen to party music and say things like: "Man I love this song, hey let's dance!", and I'm here listening to this sad stuff and thinking the same.
oof-
Ikr
for real
“Love me like there’s no tomorrow” by Freddie Mercury but you’ve just said goodbye forever
Omg yes 🥺🥺😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
Pov: the song plays in the background as you read everyone’s beautiful comments🥺
Me: I want to be able to play piano like this
Also me: * cries after not being able to get a chord right *
Trust me, if you really, but I mean really put effort into your practice, you’ll get to play this piece. I always thought I’d never be able to play this one day but here I am, playing this almost every day. Chase your dream and you’ll be more than happy to play this beautiful song one day❤️ I wish you luck and patience
Denise Scanzano do you get lessons? i really want to learn to play the piano and the harp but idk if it’s expensive
there are tutorials
ugh same
but you got this !
Dat really how it be. I've been playing for 8 years now and I still can't deal with messing up
This is so sad, how far away we are. And we a so different. But we meet here. But the most sad thing is that we will never repeat this...
Hi, my little stranger, you are alone
But you must just humble yourself
Oh hey!
You guys are incredible beings. i love it when the memes become wholesome, the thoughtful peoples speak their minds, the depressed peoples getting along and helping each other mentally, the peoples who came to actually enjoy the music, the quiet peoples secretly thought about others comments. this kind of community, is just peacefully perfect.
:)
Hey, it's ok to be depressed. It's natural to be sad or feel like you're never going to get through something. But I can tell you from experience that it will get better. Everything may seem dark and hopeless right now, but there is a way out, and you're going to make it. I believe in you, I love you, and if you ever need a friend, I'm here
@Clarim Lockwood I promise it will, I know from experience that it will, you just have to hold on
I needed to read that. That made me feel so much better ❤️
thanks mate... i really needed to hear that tonight.
@You are loved I have only read this comment and you wonderful, amazing, fantastic written short-story under this video and I already love your wonderful beautiful soul💖, you better believe me ❤ Wish you the bestest of the world you amazing person!
@@hellif.8314 omg, this made me tear up :') thank you so much, I wish the best for you ❤️
Space Oddity by David Bowie but the Earth is being destroyed
That would be awesome.
You need all the likes.
Y E S
yes.
this but Five Years
Everyone : mental breakdown
me: daydreaming an alternate reality
The titles get better and better each time 😂
There isn’t any
Ty Schuc I guess I should go back and edit it, but I meant the title
Reagan Price oof that’s my bad
Ty Schuc nah you’re good! Your comment made me realize that I used the wrong word anyway 😂
Reagan Price at least you didn’t act like a twelve year old about it
𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟 :)
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yeah
This.
The funny thing here is that I’m the neighbor. I play this kind of song in the garden while I’m painting and I paint when I feel sad. I think my neighbors know exactly when I am sad lol
I would do anything to be your neighbor🥺
I wanna be ur neighbor
Plot twist: the neighbour plays this piece every time when he feel like he‘s drowning. His father used to play it on the old piano in the café next door, until he went to war, since then the piano was never touched again. As the son sat on his own instrument, playing the Nocturne like so often, this magical composition not only let him communicate with his dad, it also reminds him that nothing but grief and pain lasts in this cruel world.
I knew this melody cuz it was one of my bf's favorite piece. I was a beginner that day when i tried to play this melody, I didnt thought that it was gonna be that hard but he was always there for me teaching me this music. He died one day bcuz of a car accident. Now I always play this at home while my tears goin down my face.
Edit: thanks guys, Im all okay now ^^ everytime I visit his grave I play this song and I think we're both pretty happy now :3
I’m really sorry.... 😢 I Hope that you are ok now. Xxx ❤️
I'm so, so sorry...
I hope you're going strong with his memory in your heart. I recommend an anime called Your Lie in April. I think you'll see something you really like. Maybe even love. God bless you. Keep going, fellow internet stranger. We're all in this together.
I’m so so sorry baby.
omg im so sorry thats so sad *hug* i- ):
it's WWII.
France has been taken by the Nazi. You're neighbor is at risk to be beaten for being up past the curfew, but for weeks now they've been playing piano. They're mourning for two reasons, but everyone only knows one.
Their fiancé died in battle and the last thing they said was in a letter. *"We'll marry when this war is over, I promise you."*
All the villagers can only help so much with the hateful eyes of Nazis watching all of them. Chopin's nocturne's were the songs that played when the two first met. And at night the once romantic song turned haunting melody crawls into bed with all of the village, reminding them of the horrors they try to forget.
The second reason, the reason just for them, is the swampy sorrow of mourning alone. The feeling of despair as the world seems to crumble before them. The gaping hole in their life as the color seeps from the edges of their sight.
The raw and painful aloneness.
Drip,
drip,
dripping down the drain.
Just like the rain running down the windowpanes...
June, 2020
“please just play one more song!” you beg as you rush to the window to open it up, noticing it has started to rain outside. you spin back around on your heel to face the love of your life, who’s wearing only sweatpants and has one curl hanging down from his head that disappears as he rushes his hand through his hair. as you walk back to him you begin to trace the intricate wood detailing on the piano, feeling all the indents in it, he groans and giggles back “fine, only ONE more.” you begin to act so happy as you jump and skip around the apartment. he starts an intro to a slow but beautiful piano peace, and as you sway to the music, the moonlight peaks through the side windows, lighting up his face just perfectly. in this moment, you’ve never felt more love than you have in your whole life, almost as if your heart is swelling up with happiness. you take in all of his features and smile to yourself, knowing that you are possibly the luckiest girl in the entire world. as you continue dancing to the piano, he looks up at you and watches you dance like you’re the most important thing in the whole world. he ends the song and gets up to come dance with you, but suddenly spotify skips to the next song after a couple of moments of silence. you tilt your car seat back to its normal position, and wipe the tears brimming at your eyes. for a split second you want to drive back to your old home, until you’re reminded that the only home you have is your car. i lost you and my job, Covid-19 was only supposed to be the flu, but it took away my whole life. i look back at the last picture of yourself i have, its of you in your hospital room giving the weakest smile, i wish i could’ve seen you one last time to say goodbye. (please social distance, even if you are perfectly healthy and have no underlying health issues, you are putting those who have health issues, and health care workers who have to go home to families at risk for your selfish behavior. we will get through this faster if everyone stays home, take it seriously and not as a hoax, this is serious and is effecting everyone, please be considerate to others. much love to everyone i wish u all good health& fortune
alice v holy- this story... wow I’m crying. this is- i can’t even describe it. just beautiful.
💖💖💖💖
Ok wow.
okay i’m crying now
That went downhill real fast...
As a big fan of Chopin, this is BEAUTIFUL.
do you any recommendations of chopin? i have been getting more into piano price and i find his music quite beautiful but i only know a few of his works
@@danikanelson8437 Chopin- Nocturne op 48 no 1
danika nelson I absolutely love Chopin, to name a few of his pieces that I appreciate a lot: Fantaisie Impromptu (by far my favorite), Revolutionary etude, prelude op28 n4, nocturne 20, nocturne op9 n1, waltz op64 n2, waltz 69 n1, and etude op25 n11. I don’t know if you’ll see this comment but have a great day!
@@danikanelson8437 Ballade No. 1 in G Minor is another popular work of his. His Polonaises are excellent as well.
@@danikanelson8437 his revolutionary etude may not be so melancholic but it is my favorite of his! also the piece im learning now, called raindrop prelude, is really nice to the ears. check it out if u can!
Plot Twist: the neighbor is your subconscious mind
The Macarena slowed. you’re alone at a party, intoxicated and sat on the floor. your mind, which was spinning, soon came to its senses.. and you realised you’re in your apartment, by yourself, your toys and mannequin heads sat there like people. you were slowly becoming crazy, just like the many people in quarantine.
“The macArena slowed” dear Jesus what nightmare have you brought upon us
B C wdym that’s literally what I put lmao
For a sec I thought we were knocked out by alcohol but hey, whatever that works too.
Plot twist: the neighbor is actually Chopin
I adore the comments of these type of videos, the fact of people sharing stories, feelings, dreams and thoughs is so beautiful oh my Godddd
this sparked my attention as i’ve been playing this song on my piano a lot recently
and that’s when it hit me:
𝗜𝗺 the depressed neighbour.
I lost the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. She was my grandmother and a part of me died with her as she took her last breath. My friends haven’t checked on me in a while because of their own anxieties and life happenings. I lost my precious Nana, my friends, my usual happiness, and ultimately myself. I’m exhausted and I think I always will be. Never take what you have for granted.
it’s going to be okay i promise i’m sure she is always looking for you with happiness everyday. wish the best for you ❤️
I see you don’t panic
anonymous caterpillar I wish for you all of the happiness in the world right now.
For me it was my mother , the world never felt the same after it
You have hope. I don't know if you're into anime, but watch a show called Your Lie in April. It might mean something a lot to you, it's on Netflix. You'll be okay. Reach out to your friends and tell them genuinely how you feel. It's times like these, when they feel cold and alone, that they need love the most. And you need love the most. Keep searching, my fellow internet stranger.
pov: its 4am in 1949 you live a little south of paris, in a small but beautiful town. you live with an alcoholic father who couldn't cope after the war, he mumbles to himself drunk from next door as he does every night. as you sit in the small place you call a room, you listen to your neighbour who your utterly in love with play the piano as he does every night to comfort you, you slouch against the wall and feel the cool breeze and the pitter-patter of rain coming from your window and hold the tulip he picked for you that summer night.
Clair de lune but your neighbor is still depressed (I love your sound design work-- absolutely stunning every time, keep up the beautiful work!)
The detuned piano gives this piece a warmer feel. Just beautiful.
pov: you prepare yourself, noose in your hand, and shed one last tear. “i feel my last thoughts should be meaningful, but I can’t seem to think anything.” you think to yourself. You can’t even think right, what a pathetic mess. You open the window, letting the breeze freeze your already frozen soul, frozen in time, unable to escape the pain it endures. You are giving up. There’s nothing left for you. You suddenly stop. The faint sound of piano trails into your apartment. You stop, unable to move. The beauty of the music warms your cold eerie apartment, thaws your soul, leaves you dazed. You do it. You feel yourself fade away into nothingness, only the music has stopped. You hear the door creak open. You hear screaming, and lose consciousness.
this.
Okay what the hell
Plot twist:
There was no neighbor. The house next to you has been abandoned a long time ago.
I thought about it because the piano sounds old and out-of-tune--which sets the mood. 😂
Dear neighbor: Hi, I’m from the floor down below. I just wanted to tell you that you have beautiful taste in music. I know I may not know you, but I can tell that you really do have a unique and beautiful soul. I hope you know that people like me are thinking of you, sending you love without even speaking your name. You, neighbor, are valued and special and needed in this world, because you bring color and love and life to it, even if you can’t see that. You’re a part of what makes this world one beautiful piece of art, and i hope you know that you’re spectacular because of it. So keep going. Keep playing Chopin. Keep dancing alone in your room and humming to yourself and looking out at the stars and breathing it all in, because it’s what makes me so happy to be your neighbor. Keep playing the music neighbor. Although might I recombine Beethoven next time? With love, your neighbor.
I tried to kill myself last year. I calculated the lethal dosage required and everything to try to ensure I wouldn't fail. I had this piece playing on repeat on the background as my consciousness drifted away. I'm glad I failed.
Stay strong please you matter to everyone even if you don’t see it yourself
Hey just checking in, I hope your life is going well. I Just want you to know that everyone here has your back! 👍
Sending love to you
we're strangers that have the same great taste of music, be strong
thank you for staying strong and hope things are looking better
ive never wanted to be a 14th century renaissance woman attempting to court a french royal, whom im in love with, by dancing as slowly and as closely as possible ever in my life
trust me, between the black plague, The Hundred Years' War and the famine, you don't want to live in the 14th century 😭 (it was still the Middle Ages)
this piece wouldn’t be composed by then lol, it’s an 19th century piece i believe
i just watched your lie in april and my emotions are rising
Oof yeah it took me some time to recover from that one...🤖
For some reason I listen to the saddest songs and they motivate me to do work. I thought it was the other way around, listening to up-beat music and feeling full of energy and ready to do stuff. I've never really thought about that until now.
Imagine this:
You live in the Outskirts of a small Town south of Athens in Greece you have a few neighbors but you all live about 100 feet apart. It’s a rainy night and the moonlight illuminates the rain in between the spaces in the canopy of the forest. You sit on you porch as you count the rain drops dripping from the Porte-cocheré and wonder what the raindrops do when they fall. You begin to think more than you ever had about life and the meaning it holds and what joy is and where it comes from and what it does. You wonder if inanimate objects have feelings. You wonder how something so alive such as rain can not have the ability to emote anything. You sigh and take out a cigarette and light it and you think how small humans are in the scale of the universe. As the distant piano from your neighbor fades away you begin to grow tired and your mind begins to wander again, the rain inevitably getting heavier you put out your cigarette and sigh one last breath of smoke as you watch it ascend into the weeping canopy. You take one last look up at the translucent sky and smile at the moon. As you go inside and make your bed, you stop and smile at the ambient music the rain seems to create. You begin to slip into sleep and you are only anything but a figment of your imagination... somewhere... Καληνύχτα
Major key = happy, Minor key = sad
they said...
😢
this song makes me so numb my soul breaks down into a million pieces. its so gut wrenching to me even though its just a simple piano song. if the whole world listened to it at the same time, the earth would stop spinning and the trees would start to grow all around us (kind of like groot in guardians of the galaxy, with flowers and all). the world would become what it was supposed to be, a home for only nature and animals to be happy. I know no one will see this but thats alright.
just imagine how beautiful the world would look like
it would be so beautiful
I love the piano ones, they are by far my favorite. there’s something so melancholic, sad, and nostalgic about each note.
I’m sorry y’all, my seasonal depression is coming back again.
I wish you are ok.
I'm here for you.
Sad thing it is really, when you are as lonely and gloomy as you can ever be. And all you ever want from this misreble world to consolat you, is someone by your side to share the load over your shoulders by simply talking.
And then you look beside you,
You find nothing but dark imptiness and even more sorrow.
I guess we are asking for too much having someone to talk to
Video 7 of commenting:
If the world was ending -
But you hear trough the school microphone that the world is actually ending. So you go to the main hall to hug your bestfriend one last time. Then you lock eyes with that one person your thinking of rn. And you just hug in silence. Waiting for the world to end.
i actually fall asleep to this song normally, and hearing it like this? literally breath taking
Imagine:
You’re widely successful band is falling apart at the seems. Fights broke out, insults were thrown, and that one person quit because of you. You decided to drive the bus for some alone time, think for a little bit. You turn on the radio to try to fill a little bit of the silence but it’s only playing happy-go-lucky loud songs except for one station. That one station is playing classical music.
With a sigh of relief you keep it on that station as you continue driving. Still angry from the humongous fight you had with your bands mates you start to shake. You see an oncoming car ahead of you. Lights bright in your face, and honking in the rain. Your brain tells you to stop, to switch lanes, but your body does otherwise as you speed up into the oncoming car. The bus flips over with the music still going. Crash. Bang. Smoke.
It's just a suggestion but if the image was actually moving I would feel 200% more involved by the effect of the music. I'm not talking about a whole video 'cause that's too much, just a 5 seconds clip in loop of some light changing brightness or smoke... You know, some cool FXs.
For sure this videos would be pure art!
David Gómez it’s pure art just the way it is now but I see what you mean
idk isn't it moving already or am i tripping, wow i should sleep
David Gómez isn't it already moving 🥴
I think it was supposed to be a DIY project, the music should’ve made you cry, and as a result caused a constantly blurring image
tip to enjoy music more: close your eyes.
oh my tiny little depressed neighbor, love u boi
I thought I was the only one who played the piano like this when depressed lol...quietly and at quarter tempo late at night, repeating over and over again. It's kind of comforting to know it's a universal experience :)
i just want it to stop. i feel like i'm drowning in my own head so much that i hate waking up every morning. like i just wanna sleep it all away, you know? and i hate asking for help bc everyone has just as many problems as i do. i'm not special. but idk how much longer i can take this. ive never felt more alone in my life
pls ignore this, not wanting a pity party. just had to get it out and sobbing to this song felt like a good time
I’m here if you need, i’m proud of you, stay alive it’s worth it even if you can’t see it right now it will get better i promise, i love you
How are you now?
How are you doing
Hey, if you need help, it’s more than ok to ask for it. After all, how else will you progress in life? I hope you are doing well, my friend. If you need to talk, we can at least just be an ear to listen.
It's been a while hasn't it? Being able to smile for real around others. Being able to dance and be yourself without lying behind an awkward mask. Being able to open up your heart and allow someone to love you without fear of abandonment or worse.
Yeah it's been a while, and I miss you more than ever. You didn't deserve to go in such a way, you didn't deserve those moments of pain. You didn't deserve the needless violence of that man but here we are, I'm still here and you're not anymore.
Its been a while hasn't it? I miss your laugh and your smile and your assuring whispers. I miss the warmth you gave me in all those exhausted embraces, the gentle kisses against my skin when I told you I felt unsure about everything. I've forgotten the sound of your voice, oh god I've forgotten the way you walked and the way you made those stupid jokes. Of course you did them in your own special way but it's been so long without you that my memories are all broken. They're scattered and jumbled like someone tossed a puzzle and kicked away the pieces. Nothing is clear anymore and all I can think about is how I miss you. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me to be, I didnt know he was going to hurt you like that and i-
It's been a while hasn't it? Yeah. Yeah it has.
quarantine day whatever... i miss my old life. where i took advantage of what i had. everyone now lives in fear, with every step of going outside because of this virus. why did it all of sudden become such a big thing so fast. i wish i could’ve hugged my friends just on last time..or say bye to more classmates. but i should be thankful, for what you may say. for having my family here with me, healthy and alive. if anyone is reading this, i want you to know that i love you. and we can get through this together, okay ? just hang on for a bit longer and we can start very slowly return to humanity. - kayla, 4.8.20, 2:44 am
the rain never stopped, but his smile did
the music like water colours painted the bay
not only of a beauty he could never have dreamt of
but a solemn painting of not much nice at all
Somewhere in northen Italy in 1983,
Finally his voice came through. ,,elio'', he said. I could hear my parents voices in the backround. No one could say my name like he could. ,,elio elio elio elio'', I repeated.
,,Oliver'', he said. Silence...
We both know what we felt for each other but we will never end up together again. You will allways call me by your name and I will call you by mine.
imagine: you walk into the empty grocery store, a mere twenty minutes before closing time. You’ve just gotten off the graveyard shift at the hospital after a long day of treating the ill and weary. You’ve run out of milk, and your husband forgot it today when he was running errands. The grocers stock the shelves and mop the muddy floors, glaring at you for coming in right before the end of their shift. You close your umbrella, the rain drops leak off of it- plop!- onto your boots. Whilst leaning down to put the umbrella aside, a force knocks into you with an energy you hadn’t experienced in years. When you turn around, your eyes lock. The man before you smiles, and you recognize the same blue eyes you gazed upon in your teenage years. “It’s been thirty years...” he says. The smile he bares fades into a melancholy frown, and you can’t find the words. The last time you saw him, was the night you left for college. The love affair ended almost as quickly as it began, but you never forgot him, just as you’ve never forgotten how painful it was to kiss him for the last time. Now, an entire life time has passed- you’ve married, made a success of yourself and have raised three children. Sometimes, you wonder what it’d have been like if you stayed- but you knew it never would have been. Instead of striking up conversation, you give a small smile and decide that maybe tomorrow morning, you can go without milk.
Plot twist: you're sitting against the wall that separates your apartment from his, he isn't sad, you're the sad one. he plays this becuase it's his happy piece, and all you can think about is how your life is worthless and that there's no space for you left on this planet. You sit, staring at the ceiling, praying to the person who you think doesn't exist, but yet you're praying to something....but only when it helps you. You realize this and you instantaneously hate yourself. "you can't keep doing bad things and feel bad about yourself for it, you need to do better", you recall your 'best friends' words. But you blame yourself again, becuase you are a bad person, and they would never know about how you truly feel becuase you have this mask, you display happiness and joy, your aura is bright, but behind the closed door of your apartment, everything is dark, it's hard to escape from everything. You just want to see in color again, you just want to feel, to grasp at happiness and keep it becuase you want to be selfish for once. Your hands begin to shake, and your breathing becomes uneven. It's happining again. An anxiety attack is creeping its way up to you. You exhale and inhale, focusing on the beautiful piece being played by your neighbor, who's always happy, and you can help but feel jealous, once again hating yourself, for feeling the jealousy that comes with thinking about the happiness the man holds in his possession. He's finishing the piece up now, and your cheeks feel cold, you lift your hands up to find them wet. Your eyes have betrayed you and let out streams of tears, this is the first time you've cried in weeks.
I find it so interesting that under pieces of classical music, people write their own interpretations and stories. I think I heard from an old teacher of mine that music like this is meant to express what we can’t say in words (or maybe it was something from Chopin himself, back when I read about him to get background for his pieces- it feels so long ago, I don’t remember), and I think that’s true. All of these stories people have written have a certain feeling in common, or perhaps a certain set of feelings, that we don’t have a single word for. I no longer play the piano, but I still listen to Chopin occasionally if I want to cry about something because it takes me back to a time where I could express those feelings more freely. Does that make me a masochist? Maybe. But aren’t we all, just a little bit, for being here?
Meanwhile, I’m not sure what I’m doing telling you all this so... have a good day/night?
Interesting observation . I guess there's just something other worldly about compositions similar to this one . Like you said it allows people to express emotions they could never describe in words and thats the beauty of it . It's also fascinating because everyone seems to experience more or less of the same emotion . It just goes to show human's deep rooted connection with music.
If my neighbor played this, I’d be glad
"i was so happy to meet somebody as sad as me"
sonja savić
I just imagine sitting by the window with a warm drink listening to this and feeling the emotions being played out on a rainy night
It’s been five week and every day grows more and more silent. Somber. The only noise left is the hum from your rusted air conditioning unit and the soft buzz from the single fluorescent light in your room. You’re sickly and alone, no one to care for you and nobody to care about. The world moves on, seemingly forgetting that you ever existed at all. A living ghost, one might call you. You haven’t heard your own voice in days. It’s 3:47 in the morning and you can’t sleep. You roll onto your side, the cool night breeze brushing against your bare back as your breath lingers onto the wooden-tiled floor beneath you. As you close your eyes you hear a soft melody play from next door. It’s beautifully depression and fills you with a nostalgic feeling of a dark time in your life. You miss it because at least then you could still feel. You make your way up against the wall to listen intently. The rain droplets race down your apartment window as you lean against the thin walls, breathing in the melancholic sounds that engulf your body with a warm feeling of belonging, even if to belong is to be seen as one of many outcasts. A lover’s goodbye, you remind yourself. A song played when one’s heart has been broken. You wish your neighbour well, knowing how much pain they must be in to play such a lullaby. You just hope they can still feel in five weeks time.
There isnt a lot of music that can make me feel this way. This song is like a warm hug and a gentle whisper telling me that everything is going to be okay.
*At this point I have to see if my neighbor it’s doing okay*
This feels like the moment I fall asleep
The pitter patter of the piano fills her with an unorthodox feeling of dread. This wasn't a dream, this was real although she had this sickingly sweet notion that she would wake up the next morning to a doctored melody. She never wanted to wake but it was out of her control. She wanted to slip into the chords and the pitter and patter to his sweet melody. Not the doctored one that left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Making her want to throw it up until there was nothing left of her except for paper thin skin. She wanted his melody to continue on forever but without a doubt it would always come to an end and she would have to start a new again with an old song she knew all too well.
Strangers in the night by Frank Sinatra but you're actually dancing with a stranger in the night.
Underrated idea
This feels so empty.. as if you lost every piece of motivation in life, it feels like the rain is washing away the colors you see in ur every day life, slowly turning grey, not black or white or colors nothing, just grey thoughts and feelings, everything is neutral and numb, there’s no good or bad or right or wrong, just emptiness yet blissfulness.. slowly fading off into the world as ashes, as if you never existed only leaving small things behind in the world, memories fading off with a million other souls, meaningless, every second you lived meaningless as you fade away into nothing..
it's the middle of the night and you're sitting outside, in the middle of an empty, inactive street. the humid june weather has your clothes sticking to your skin, but you can't bring yourself to mind. you lie back, your head resting on the asphalt. a few stars peek out at you through the heavy air pollution of your city. sirens blare a few blocks away, establishing themselves as part of the background noise. it's eerily quiet for a place like this, you ponder if anything was going on to cause this silence.
you abandon the thought, that's stupid.
you shuffle on the asphalt, turning to your left. a cat in the alleyway off the street is grooming itself before it meets your eyes and scurries away, leaving nothing but trash bins in its wake. you turn again, to your right. the apartment building-the one you live in-is a little shifty, and not in the best condition, but it's home. all the lights in the windows are off, except for one. given the position, it looked to be your next door neighbor's. the window was open, a beautiful tune echoing out of it. it was familiar, but you couldn't recall where from. you didn't even know your neighbor played the piano. you shuffle so that you're staring back up at the dark grey sky, and allow the melody to carry you far away.
Plot twist: i'm the depressed neighbor
Ok i think i'm not as original as i thought:(
pov: your in France during world war two you find out your love has died in a mess you stumble home and try to work out what’s going on in your mind. It starts to rain. You slowly drift asleep tears rolling down your face. You feel numb and cold and so so confused. Broken. This starts to play and it reminds you of your wedding night oh how happy you were. You remember the bright lights and happy faces of that night, oh how you wish you could go back. (This is rlly bad ik but it’s my first time writing one! ♥️)
it doesn’t feel like just 8 minutes, it feels like forever. in a good way. this song really makes you think about life. like everything that has happened all comes together. all the feelings and all the people. everything you’ve done and said. like you’re accepting that you’re time is over. idk.
" in my memory, i can hear Chopin's noctures playing in the background
a slow trainwreck, you'll close your eyes
but forever hear the sound, and boy, it's tough
'cause that's the sound of people falling out of love."
This is really soothing. I was writing when this came on and my story was taking it’s ultimate dark turn. But I felt a certain ease about drawing the bleakness out of me onto my document.
The room was only illuminated by dim candlelight, a man sitting at the piano. His hands played the keys slowly but effortlessly, creating a dull tune. This was his comfort. The only place where he could feel like he was the last person on earth. No more talking, busy streets, and life going at 100 miles an hour. This was safety. Nobody could bother him any longer.
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im that neighbor l o l im always playing chopin while sad or upset it calms me down and i kinda forget that world exists hah my personal favourite is nocturne op posth. in c-sharp minor: lento btw love this one im glad that im early hahaha
stop this piece is so beautiful
years ago, I would listen to this and drink until I couldn’t think. Seems like I’m right back to where I started
She always wondered why the pitiful rainfall drove them to play such a sad version of Chopin. Barely any noise could be heard from her upstairs neighbor. But night like this, where even the sky felt down, they had the most to say. The somber caress from note to note released gentle whispers of tragedy and despair. There she laid, pulled out of the depths of slumber, held in place by the aching emptiness of the song. She noticed it was more agonizingly dejected, more deprived of something. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was. It worried her. She wanted to let them know “I am here, I hear your pain.” But what could she do? She didn’t know them, there was hardly a reason for her to knock on their door. So instead she opens the balcony window, and lets the chilling song and rain in to her home. And she waits. Waits, for the stranger to finish, and give herself a peace of mind.
I've always liked this song. Learned a simplified version of it on piano when i was younger for my recitals. I hated performing, but loved playing. I always got terrible performance anxiety, even just in front of friends or family. So at night I would quietly go to the piano in the living room and play this song to myself when the rest of the house was quiet and sleepy. The windows would let in just enough blue light to see the keys and I'd close my eyes as I played. It's been awhile since I've played piano, but this song is one that has always stuck with me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to recreate that feeling of playing piano by myself on those quiet nights. I was always so lonely and quiet, but I had my music when I couldn't sleep. I hope you all find something or someone that stays with you on bad nights.
"again" lmao, can't help but feel attacked everytime i practice this piece
Isn’t everyone slightly depressed since the quarantine started 🤣 Love ur vids!
Patrick Sorensen yea haha slightly... (very because I was already depressed before this)
[ laughs in _slightly_ ]
Nah y'all are just lonely and it is not a mental illness
disguised opposum did I ever said depression is a mental illness
@@patricksorensen4445 But depression is a mental illness.