Chopin’s Berceuse Op. 57 is a relatively simple piece, nothing like some of his waltzes and impromptus, but it’s sublime. There is no other way I can describe it.
Ok maybe not that simple. :)
Chopin introduced me to the word sublime.
Part of it has to do, I believe, with developmental age too.
I've heard Chopin since early childhood, who hasn't? It's in cartoons, advertisements, etc.
At some point, for aspiring pianists anyway, a bell goes off. As if all at once you hear the music as if for the first time.
Suddenly this elevator music that has always been in the background starts to speak to you. Like it's calling you by your name.