ode to glenn gould

oh how i love to watch him play

on his stool that is much too short

in his cottage in northern canada (where my heart lives)

everyday life as a beautiful composition

the goldberg variations

his movements almost like tai chi, soft and rythymic

breathe in, breathe out

but the best part, yes, the very best part is seeing his face light up as he sings along to the music made by his fingers.

uncontrollable spurts and tics

it is impossible for me to not smile while watching this.

i want to jump out of my chair and let my heart burst wide open

in a huge explosion of 'this is what it means to be alive'.

and this is how it feels

every

single

time.

Posted by kerismith at November 16, 2007 02:12 PM