On Music Of East And West Poem by Liza Sud

How the Japanese love Katsaris!
They are visiting him in France,
They are taking his master classes,
At first playing only "by hands".

And he tells them about the wind and
the passionate power of Chopin,
And the sounds of a log, so even,
become then a masterpiece shortly!

The Japanese are playing promtly.
The Japanese do not hear passion.
And also Lang Lang's Beethoven:
It was even as an asphalt.

For a long time, shaking the air,
He was taught by Barenboim,
All passages iterating,
Chinese chopped, but it would go!

Why do they need Western music?
To say that: "technically
We'll catch up with you "- by fingers,
But not organically?

How do they listen to music?
What do they like in sounds?
Obviously not our tumult...
To be appeased, calmed down?

To contemplate nature?
To hear in war - a symphony?
Not ecstasy of elation,
But yin and yang harmony?

Maybe our passions
They feel against the grain?
The East gives no master classes,
Silence at the call: "tell! "