Friday, 24 July 2009

Bach

All these years later, too dark to see the score, I discovered that I could still play you from memory.

Late. Big practise mute in place, I didn't want to be serenading my new neighbours. These were pieces for my ears only. 

Dancing through the familiar phrases, I found new ways to swoop through the lines, another stream to follow that tumbled underground and rose up bubbling, more spacious, more playful, more alive than I ever remember it.

Somewhere in the depths of me, I've kept those notes safe and secret, music learnt too many years ago to confess to you here.