MUSIC FOR WATER AND PIANO
The hill outside the window has an irrigation system
that ripples away, unceasingly when I hear
the pianist’s fingers race over white and black
keys. I am carried off in the descant rhythm of the music and
the deep crescendo of the bass line, and do not know if I am to cross
the footbridge with or without a bucket of water. The stream runs
under all piano pieces. Drained veins of water undermine
the hillside and fill the room with a longing for the music through
all channels. The clefts in the bedrock become visible, I hear
the torrent over volcanic rocks. In the movement there is the idea
of hovering, I can make out the sea in the far distance, the fire from
the sunset, before the piano concerto brings us to rest in the unfinished.
For Morten Moi
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