A recently unearthed piece of music by Frédéric Chopin, found in a private Parisian collection, appeared at an auction recently. But this is more than a musical event — it is a philosophical moment
In this fragile manuscript, we find not only new notes from a master but echoes of an idea: that music, like thought, like love, is an act of resistance.
George Sand owned this manuscript
The piece once belonged to George Sand, the brilliant writer and social thinker who shared years of life and spirit with Chopin. Sand was no passive muse — she was a storm of independence in a conservative world. She wore men’s clothing, smoked cigars, wrote bestselling novels, and championed women’s rights. She criticized marriage not because she scorned love, but because she believed in its freedom. For Sand, as for Chopin, art was not just expression but emancipation.
Eugène Delacroix made the tiger drawing
And what do we make of the drawings of a tiger on the manuscript, made by Eugène Delacroix, the Romantic painter and mutual friend of Chopin and Sand? Delacroix, too, was a philosopher with a brush — a painter who believed in the primacy of the inner world over the outer form. His tiger sketches, fierce and sinuous, seem to prowl along the margins of Chopin’s music, suggesting an instinctive, untamed energy that classical forms often seek to contain.
Three artists combine their efforts
These three—Chopin, Sand, and Delacroix—were not merely artists. They were thinkers of feeling, engaged in the philosophical question of how to live truthfully in a society built on appearances. Chopin’s music, with its introspective beauty and quiet defiance, counteracted the noise of the era. Sand’s novels and essays explored the soul’s capacity for moral rebellion. Delacroix’s paintings broke through the surface to reach the essence beneath.
What does this mean for us?
Now, as this forgotten score comes to light, we are invited to listen and reflect. What does it mean that such beauty was hidden, almost lost? What does it say that it survived — not through institutions but through friendship, love, and personal conviction?
The tiger, the manuscript, the music—all whisper a truth that lies at the heart of MusikRoel: that music is not an ornament to life but a way of thinking about it. And perhaps, as Chopin’s quiet notes meet Delacroix’s prowling lines under the watchful care of George Sand, we are reminded that the most profound philosophies are sometimes played, not spoken