Town of Music at the Alps
“Green meadows, skies full of stars, raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens…” I think you know where I am heading, the Alps. Schlern (Sciliar in Italian), even though not Salzburg Austria but of South Tyrol in Italy, has really become one my favorite things, or shall I say, places.
The first morning in Schlern, I searched through a narrow paved path under a stone arch and discovered a hiking trail. It Ied into a clearing, and it was the most beautiful clearing I had ever seen! It turned into meadows leading towards the far mountains. Joyfully, I found myself knee-deep in wild flowers, butterflies, and bumblebees. I wondered if I was dreaming.
“The hills are alive with the sound of music.
With songs they’ve sung for a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart with my sound of music.
My heart want to sing every song that it hears.
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the tree.
My heart wants to sigh like the chimes
That fly from a church on a breath.
To laugh like a brook that trips and
Falls over stones on its way.
To sing through the night like a lark
Who is learning to pray..."
Good morning, Schlern, I come to you for music and my heart will be blessed with the sound of music! I opened my heart to sing this favorite song, with my arms open wide, just like how Maria did in “the Sound of Music,” my favorite musical. I can turn a full circle, see mountains, the entire time, with fluffy white clouds, and green meadows. Up here in the Alps, there is often a thunderstorm that last ten minutes in a summer afternoon. It clears the sky so that it is full of stars when the Sun sets and on every rose there are several raindrops.
This really was Fantasyland! Small, colorful houses lined the side of the Alps, which, otherwise, was covered in wild flowers, and bushes, and trees. The Sun was rising—it was peaking up above the mountains. Behind us was a farm surrounded by fruit trees. I kept pinching myself to see if I was dreaming!
Schlern, a beautiful and majestic town in the Alps, will be soon filled with music of piano, violin, and cello. Where else could be a better place to fill the air with Bach, Chopin, Schumman, Brams, and Ravel?