Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 22, 1914

As I sit in arbor writing an amateur violinist commences to play. At first I hear only its squeaking wiry sound and it jars. Then he commences to play “Over the waves Waltz”, and I become rapt as tho hearing grand opera. It was at this season when several years ago, when I commenced making my first collection of butterflies.  At the time some people on the corner had a phonograph and this was one of their records, which was a favorite one as they played it oftener than any other. Thus my summer pursuit + this composition have become so woven together that when I hear it, I see the sunny clover-fields + white dusty roads I roamed I was amazed how tense I was when it stopped. Thus had my memories converted this poorly rendered song into music of the rarest sort. I always contrive to view the setting sun thru a tree, to see the gold sparkle.

Charles E. Burchfield, August 22, 1914

Listen to Over the Waves Waltz at http://musescore.com/user/1977/scores/23118#