You have been spoken of from Pole to Polel
from north to south and east to west as well.
You drew from your piano's strings a soul---
like crystal, delicate; clear as a bell.
Its trembling texture, like young hearts in love
was finer than the loud posturings of
contentious Wagner, whose brash orchestration
bolstered the Third Reich, in its degradation
of common culture and humanity.
The music you composed is Poetry---
that is a making of the Beautiful.
The registers of which you had command
will resonate into eternity---
raised on your rock of faith, not shifting sand.
Starward
[jlc]