Murmuring close to madness. A glimpse into a world unseen. Only heard. The flash of fingers. Hunched soul. Joy released in the hammer and strings. In the flourish of the notes. And the rhythms of centuries. Liszt. Mendelssohn. Chopin. “A cascade of star dust”. I wonder. I wonder at this blurred life. One on the cusp of ours. But different. Glowing with genius. Alive with a visceral pleasure that pulls the whole being toward it. Bumble bees and waltzes. A critics praise; “a waterfall of notes”. And I’m falling. Falling in love with madness.
I had the priviledge of seeing David Helfgott perform last night. He was wonderful. Wonderful in a way that made me feel like I could also glow with my own kind of genius.