The Waldstein II

The third movement of the “Waldstein” sonata
is as much a lullaby as a lovesong. The delicate melody,
sometimes submerged in the sostenuto
linger of the pedal, then quickly
moves into a declaration of — what?
independence, I think. Then back
to the chime-like melody —
an echo.

This piece of music
is a perfect argument for love from
afar. Love best consummated
in music, Art, or poetry.
The code, like printed notes of music
is simple to read for the
holder of its secrets. What we hear
is neither message nor disguise — the music
becomes air we can breathe,
and like some smoky opiate, it comes
into our bodies and renders us
the beloved, the holders
of this code.

Daniel B. this morning seems to me
more than ever like
a faun
with his pointed ears.