"C.P.E."
I admit,
I bought the lie,
told to every music student
far and wide.
That you were but
a footnote,
a poor imitation,
a mere shadow of your father,
Johann Sebastian Bach.
Excited,
then embarrassed,
then excited again,
That my ears could hear
such utterly
Personal Music.
Trained by,
but not ruled by,
Papa Bach.
Yours is filled with such
angularity,
gesture,
dramatic line,
harmonic surprise,
and silence,
That is Utterly Personal,
and Forever Young.
Though your hundreds of works
are wonderfully complete,
you never hid behind
thickly, omnipresent counterpoint,
For your music is truly
Cinematic.
Inviting the listener
to view the scenes
before your eyes
with wonder
and wonderful surprise.
Did your training to become a lawyer
embolden you,
to take such risks?
We'll never really know . . .
Of course,
you smiled as you watched the
Next Generation stars —
Wolfie and Ludwig —
gleaning from your genius.
But since you wrote
for both the music box & music clock,
I suspect that you
danced a gigue
when you saw our modern ocean liner
of a nine-foot concert grand piano
Played with a pair of elbows,
bowed with fishing wire, and
prepared with jewelry and eraser heads
on the very strings themselves!
Or better yet, I just know that you
clapped your hands in glee
when you beheld our
wah-wah pedal,
digital loop station, and
MIDI-controlled body suit.
Rest assured, my Friend,
more and more of us are experiencing your
angular,
gestural,
dramatic-lined,
harmonic-daring,
and silence-filled
music,
That is Utterly Personal,
and Forever Young.
September 2018
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Michael Smolens