what in that world was real?
“Was war wirklich im All?” is the question at the center of the Rilke poem which I’m setting, wordlessly, in my solo piano piece. “You playmates from a long-ago childhood…”
Staying in tonight, a rainy weekend night in Brooklyn, and I’m choosing some edits for my solo disc. The work is progressing slowly; I have to remember that it will all pay off in the end.
