(listening to Solomon playing Beethoven sonatas)
The river is not the
sea; it speaks another
tongue, a regional
dialect thick with inflectives.
The river cuts time into
ribbons, marking moods with
a slow second hand; in a minute
the river has thought
through several lifetimes.
Beethoven's sonatas suit
these lights; conversation
more nuanced than
the shouting of the sea.
And Solomon's quiet
well-tempered hands match
each to each, the river's
improvisation of dark, of light.
The Canberra Times, April, 2003