The GARDEN of EUROPA ❤️ (OFFICIAL) Thomas Schoenberger Composer

I am the son of a doctor, who was an aspiring composer in 1941 when WW2 broke out. My father served as a Naval officer in the Pacific theatre. He then married my mother, a Danish scholar of medieval literature. I grew up with classical music constantly playing. Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Dvořák I was fascinated with the things that fascinated my parents. My mother fought Nazi’s during the war. She was a gun toting member of the Danish resistance at 11 years of age. This is her story =sr_1_1?dib=&dib_tag=se&keywords=birgitte’s war&qid=1711652625&sr=8-1&fbclid=IwAR3NGTJ2YgfNKK9vbf1_-Lw8KgX2tVMFybC1XMTucEnHYRKQMsdSisd4fOY_aem_AdtRaO83xzm07ap5N1M5TL51180bLkNP5lm1vxZNXKqqtaY-IoHnx8-5KyrA-UyoY6qRPs8pSUXT4xKkutOCz7D4 So, composers seem to have interesting lives. I am no exception. When I was a lad of 7, I was with my family, traveling in Germany and one afternoon,I ran away from my parents into a forest near Burg Schwanstein. As I hid in the forest, an angel of music came to me and enveloped me. It was unearthly, and suddenly, the piano lessons I had been taking seemed simple compared to the songs in my head, grad symphonies, concerto’s and sonatas, operas and nocturnes. After what seemed like hours in that mystical forest , I must have fallen grew dark. My parents called the German state police who started to search the forest They finally found me, dazed but unharmed.. Since that time so many years ago, I can hold endless symphonies in my head, and all manner of other music as well. My hands were too small to play what I heard, but this is a small glimpse of what is inside me. Music, rolling in like a continual fog, drenching me with melodies, always flowing, always playing, even in my sleep. There are forces who seek to silence my music and silence me. I have no idea why. God loaned me these musical gifts and I remain God’s humble servant, a messenger perhaps, a simple troubadour with a head full of song. Thank you for listening. Thomas