[Redbook2:218][19820129:2345]{The Music}[29th January
1982]
19820129.2345
Walking
home from work tonight, I was aware of the music: two interlinked
themes: the one voice or woodwind, high, simple, like a single line
or curving rod of light; the other low, deep, complex, of mixed
instrumentation, especially percussion, but also with an idea
(perhaps my own) of voices of a similar character. The higher
pursued its own narrow flight across from left to right of the
creation; the lower swam like a great sea beneath it, but following
it, so that it's tormented grandeur leapt at times towards the
Lightline, its music for those times in harmony with that above, and
at all times in relationship to it. And I heard
this music, though I cannot now recall its precision: it was the
loveliest I had ever heard. I did try to place in it a mid-point or
song, between the two, but it was an artificial effort, without
validity, I think.
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