Introduction to Frederic Chopin's Legend

I don't know what it is, but something about beautiful music makes me wonder. Wonder what it was like, for the composer, while he was gracefully threading notes on the staves, running phrases, and creating a wonderful masterpiece. Was he imagining, at the back of his mind, what we imagine now, as we listen? Or, rather, did he have a separate vision, not meant for others to uncover, whilst he cleverly disclosed his thoughts and feelings from unworthy minds. Every piece of music has a story behind it. It may be of personal capacity to the composer or another one's views, thoughts, and feelings. However, whatever the case, the performer, as well as the audience, can never know precisely what was he intent, or purpose, of the music's message. Because, in most cases, even the composer never truly knows. 


Take Frederic Chopin, for instance.