Last night's dream cannot be explained, but I must attempt, lest I forget. I played a piano/cello trio by Brahms--one of his yet unheard compositions, of course--and was pleasantly surprised to find that the melody had taken the form of a serpent, which wove in and out of the tapestry; each of us took turns carrying it along as it reappeared. The result was a work of art that lingered in visual form even though I cannot recall the sound of its sweetness.
7 replies
