Inspired by violinist Patricia Kopatchinskaja
I think I might love rogue women who hold their music
under their chins,
the first symphony she heard was rain falling on her Moldovan or was it Austrian roof
and she was only four and maybe it was this same rain that gave her permission to walk barefoot
on a concert hall stage and play Tchaikovsky with a rainbow flag on her shoulder rest
and today I am listening to the rain-song, and
though we may be underwater soon,
I have lived so long on parched land that
I ask to be swept beneath the current
shocked, surprised.
and yes, yes ‘Surprise me….
if art ceases to surprise it becomes a dead museum.’*
*Patricia’s Kopatchinskaja’s response to a critique of her interpretation of Ravel’s Tzigane.
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