Winter by Vivaldi
I love most of Vivaldi's work, but Winter really stands out to me. Ironically, winter is my least favorite season to live in, there is something special about this piece that has made me listen to it over and over again. It has never evoked and significant emotion from me, but imagery that the music provides me is so clear that the notes could be words. The sun shines down on a snow covered village, illuminated by high noon. Birds are flitting about in an icy breeze as it rustles through the bell tower of a church and down into the streets below. On the whitened streets, bundled up villages are going about their lives, some laughing, some fighting and others alone. As noon passes and the sun begins to wane, silhouettes of leafless trees are stark against the blustering winter sky, and the air becomes still and frigid.