Heartland of Music
Based on a true story of Fraulein Maria, a nun and Captain Von Trapp, a former sea captain, Sound of Music is a classic in musical films in history. The story takes place in Austria, a homeland of international fame of music. Composers you have heard of include the following: Hadyn, Mozart, Schubert. These are composers that date back to the classical period from the late 1700s to early 1800s. Austria is also a home to Gustav Kilmt, a world-famous artist in the late 1800s. Fun Fact: Fraulein Maria was an Aquarius, and so was Mozart and Schubert. They can be . . . different from everyone else. A nun marrying a sea captain looked outrageous for people's ears back then. They are also known as the ground-breakers, and they may consequently do things that others have not before. This former nun led the Von Trapp's family to a new venture, forming a successful singing family group after fleeing the Nazi led Austria [Germany had its sights on Austria and sought to unify the two countries, but to no avail.] A remarkable story of how a family lived on—out of singing in front of live audiences, crossing the country's border to Switzerland, and their story lives on through this movie. The stars aligned for Maria and Von Trapp—an Aquarius female with an Aries man. Whenever I met Aries guys, I had chemistry with them—often bickering instantaneously like old married couples. Von Trapp had been previously widowed from his first marriage to a feminine looking INFP, and then remarried a burly, stout Maria, an ISFJ. Captain Von Trapp's MBTI looks like ISTJ, a director and guardian temperament. Maria's birthday was January 26, same birthday as modern day Ellen DeGeneres.
I wrote a poem inspired by the movie, its songs, and Austria. The first two stanzas are like eclogues, a pastoral poem, inspired by the hills and mountains from the country. The poem apply not to solely one country, but it can be also applied to any regions with hills and mountains.
Be up with the lark in this alpine home,
Boas-jades-olives sprawl on the wild grasses, larches,
Bracing air fills my heart’s content as I’m wind-blown,
Breathtaking scene at the heartland of strings and brasses,
Sweeping winds of change—rise arms to guilds,
I stand at the cusp of the mountain lid,
Floor to gleaming looking-glass of lakes,
Verdure of beveled iron greens, hursts, braes,
Out to gold-limestone-marble domes,
Rococo houses of God, stucco parches,
Bells clang, ding-dong off the donjons,
While villagers rejoice, dance on catches,
Women and children munch, gulp on viands,
And opera singers chant airs, trills, lilts.
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