22 May 08
Excess
the love of it
the Schumann of it
the oceans of tea of it
the wine and baked brie of it
the overflowing basket of cards of it
the clucking everyone round a table of it
the isn’t chicken a vegetable at Passover of it
the flour up to the elbows making playdough of it
the determination to walk with no pain of it
the teasing of nuance in the fingers of it
the effing the ineffable in Bach of it
the Sunday New York Times of it
the steep steps up or down of it
the antiquated beam look of it
the three damn pianos of it
the love, the love of it
O, the love in it
For S., with love
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Wow, I love it! Bet S does too!
Wow from me too – just blown away by this: as full of heart as it is skilful and musical.
What a wonderful celebration!
That was simply wonderful!