". . .I feel profoundly sad when they collaborate in
sorrow drenched cantatas by Keiser of Allesandro Scarlatti. I am lifted
up to the dramatic heights they scale in Handelian operatic arias. I
suspect I could almost achieve levitation above an uncomfortable seat
when they close with a humorous aria by Baldassare Galuppi. Need I say
more? . . . "
We barely noticed him, starting to play,
the little man in the stiff toupee,
shaking his program, biting his pen,
shifting about in his seat—but then
All of a sudden, by God! He flew!
Over and under, around and through,
skylight and curtain, spot and strut,
missing the chandelier by a foot!
"Play! Keep playing!" I had to shout
above the roar as the crowd rushed out,
except for a scattering, here and there,
of those who flung back their heads to stare.
"Play! Keep playing!" One final note:
he drifted, hovered, began to float
back toward his seat. I wispered to Sue,
"I think we can count on a good review. . ."