I watched The Pianist on DVD last night.

There was a part of the movie that filled me with so much of so many familiar feelings that I had to take deep breaths throughout the scene to let out my feelings, and made my heart thump hard so it felt like it was resting on top of my chest. I nearly burst.

The part was when Szpilman was in the Warsaw ghetto and played a Chopin Ballade on the piano for the German guy who found him surviving there. I had played that piece during the last years before I stopped playing the piano. The piece was definitely one of my favorite, one that has always deeply touched and affected me. At the time I played it, it embodied all of my intense yet beautiful emotions.

Now I've been inspired to re-learn it.