I like to listen to the Gould’s breath

when he’s playing piano.

Because it’s not any more

an anonymous interpretation.

Every of his breath is like a signature

on the score of the tempered clavier.

With that miracle

his interpretation is still alive

even after his death.

So I can hear his soul

which is whispering

any accent of his notes.

And I feel that I’m sitting

next to him, near the piano.

This fact isn’t obvious

but it’s crucial for our souls

because it’s a new way

to listen to Bach

with the intermediate of Bach.

It’s not an obstacle

but a bridge

in the world of the souls.

Due to that

even Bach is closer to us.

And ever he’s with us alive

in the memory of Humanity

as if he was unstoppable

in the struggle against barbarity.