moment collected (my new york)
Dear Neighbor, Pianist from the second floor of 333 West End Avenue, New York, NY 10023
Thank you for diligently working with your windows open on even the most humid, scorching, summer days, as the product of your work caresses the ears of attentive passerbys. And how on tuesday, june 26, you gifted me with a moment of utter, personal, new york bliss, by letting me overhear your practice of Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue". I stopped on our corner. I remembered how this eloquent, fluid melody colored my first impression of new york (1997) that was - this is a place I will return to, to live - and how I stubbornly practiced the piercing chords on the knox pianos, reviving rigid muscles, until I could produce a fraction of this 'my city' feeling on a whim, after class, before dinner, anywhere a piano was ready... how i carry it with me, its long complex narrative that develops, grows, changes and explodes in a crescendo of inimitable force
which says
we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis