Years pass, as music notes they come and go
Adagio… fortissimo… legato…
Yet in that old studio
I still hear the echoes of long ago
As if the piano remembers too
The path of a genius true
As if amongst the pedals and keys
I still hear with a nostalgic ease
His humming, and his steps one by one
Far from crowds, far from everyone
In this room I can still see him there
Alone seated on his father's chair
Living inside Bach's variations
Breathing through music's thousand sensations
A genius yet thought for paranoid
By one who differed, some were annoyed
But his fingers didn't stop dancing
Letting the world merely glancing
At what others hadn't seen before
At what he'd found in each music score
He's not gone, he is still here
In the old vinyl for us to hear
And at a bench where he always sat
In his gloves, his warm coat and his hat
Humming a tune with a sparkle in his eye
I guess that's why Glenn Gould never said goodbye…
A nice tribute in poetical terms to someone who deserves it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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You speak for many of us in this evocation of the late and great Glenn Gould. He chose to play harpsichord music on the piano which put him in opposition to the PERIOD INSTRUMENT movement. In the long run it did not matter: his genius and commitment transcended other factors and we keep returning to his technically exacting but emotionally fulfilling performances. Your poem is a balanced view of his achievement - I fully embrace what you write and the spirit which animates it, Excelsior, Aphroditer!
Dear Daniel, thank you wholeheartedly for your words! ! It means a lot to me, and I couldn't agree more regarding Glenn Gould. He was a true genius and a true inspiration for all those who love and study music! Thank you very much! ! Thank you! !