Endless pain in the family of the great composer Horia Moculescu. His daughter Nidia posted a heartbreaking message following her father’s death. “The world is suffocating and squeezing me, Father! I can’t breathe. I don’t know how to live. You were my air,” she said.
Horia Moculuescu and his daughter, Nidia PHOTO: The Truth Archive
Composer and pianist Horia Moculescu died on Wednesday, November 12, 2025, at the age of 88, after a week spent in the Intensive Care Unit of the “Matei Balș” Institute in the Capital. The artist, one of the most respected figures of Romanian music, was suffering from severe lung problems.
His death left a huge void not only in Romanian music, but also in the soul of his daughter, who paid her last tribute through a moving statement, full of longing, despair and love.
On a group of close friends, Nidia wrote a disturbing text, a letter addressed to her father.
“The world is suffocating and squeezing me, Dad! I can’t breathe. I don’t know how to live. You were my air. You were my way. Send me, daddy, one heartbeat that won’t bite me anymore when your piano is crying and every note asks you: where are you? when are you coming?… You were my smile… You were my life, my light. And now, without you, I’m a daughter torn from my body to the world. I am a pointless cry that no longer echoes.” Nidia wrote.
Nidia and Horia Moculescu PHOTO: FB
The composer’s daughter remembers her father’s words of encouragement and confesses that she no longer has the strength to fulfill them. “Do you remember how you told me I was strong? That I have your sap in me? That I will bloom even in winter? You were wrong, Father. I am not strong. I am broken. I am a leaf torn by the wind of pain. I am a daughter who no longer knows how to be. And I look for you in every silent corner, in every breeze, in every dream. But I can’t find you anymore. And I wonder: how can I live without you? How can I learn, Father, this?...”, she continued.
Horia Moculescu, with his daughter, Nidia archive PHOTO
Finally, Nidia ended her message with a desperate cry to heaven, asking for a sign from the one who had been her support, model and friend.
“You were my everything. You were my root, crown, heaven and earth. And now… now I’m just your fallen child, knees torn in pain, soul in tatters, heart empty. Daddy, if you hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign of your strength, because I can no longer. I can’t anymore! Send me, daddy, I beg you, a chord that won’t sound like parting, a harmony that will keep me upright when the tear hits the pedals, when the world’s vinyl is scratched, and your music wails on repeat, like an unanswered prayer… You were my oak. My root. The trunk that kept me upright when life hit me with storms. Your shadow was my shelter. Your leaf was my hope. And now… now you’ve fallen. And I fall with you… In a hole… and without light. your daughter The one that falls. The one who calls you. The one who doesn’t know how to live without her oak…”, concluded Nidia Moculescu.
