About Rimsky Korsakov Scherezade

The movement, the pace, the silence and the sound.
What, if, after all, all my work, all the effort, were just nothing more than a futile attempt to capture,  to recreate, to procreate, those feelings, those turgid emotions, those spasms of inner beauty, hidden in those notes , so apparently naturally being, casually happening in this musical piece just with lines and colors?.. What if...? What if everything was nothing more than a repetition of that moment so many times seen, of men trying to catch the wind. What if...?