Music and words. When asked about the meaning of my music I often say that if I could express my music in words I would be a poet. Last night in Memphis one member of the audience told me that I was a poet nonetheless, a poet of music. Here are some words from Alex Ross regarding the poet Federico Garcia Lorca – taken from the liner notes that accompany Ainamadar:
Lorca was among the most musical of poets â€” an accomplished pianist, a part-time composer, some-
thing of a musicologist. He supplied countless cues for music in his writing; in one poem he compared
the crescent moon to a fermata, a held note in the harmony of the night.
Beautiful. I want to find that poem. And:
Lorca memorably wrote, â€œThe melody begins, an undulant, endless melody. [It] loses itself horizontally, escapes from our hands as we see it withdraw from us toward a point of common longing and perfect passion.â€