For Glenn Gould… Poem by Aphrodite Anastasia Menegaki

Years pass, as music notes they come and go
Adagio… fortissimo… legato…
Yet in that old studio
I still hear the echoes of long ago
As if the piano remembers too
The path of a genius true
As if amongst the pedals and keys
I still hear with a nostalgic ease
His humming, and his steps one by one
Far from crowds, far from everyone
In this room I can still see him there
Alone seated on his father's chair
Living inside Bach's variations
Breathing through music's thousand sensations
A genius yet thought for paranoid
By one who differed, some were annoyed
But his fingers didn't stop dancing
Letting the world merely glancing
At what others hadn't seen before
At what he'd found in each music score
He's not gone, he is still here
In the old vinyl for us to hear
And at a bench where he always sat
In his gloves, his warm coat and his hat
Humming a tune with a sparkle in his eye
I guess that's why Glenn Gould never said goodbye…