It was 1977 –
I was in an old country chapel
And fifteen years old
There with a “youth group”
Up early, to come and play
The old, battered piano
This is what I was playing
Because
This piece of music
Was (and is), somehow, me —
https://soundcloud.com/janusmarcus/20-visions-fugitives-for-piano-op-22-i-lentamente-boris-berman
I sit down now,
39 years later
And play another piece
From the same set of pieces
Called ‘Visions Fugitives’
Because this piece, too
Is
(and was)
me
https://soundcloud.com/janusmarcus/20-visions-fugitives-for-piano-op-22-xviii-con-una-dolce-lentezza
Music is not always a uniting force;
But love of music is
Or should be
What a great idea using music to interact with your poetry
Thank you! I wasn’t sure it would exactly work, truthfully.