Virtuosi
On the bus home, I was listening to Brendel play Beethoven’s twenty-seventh sonata. I was lost in the music, eyes closed, fingers racing to and fro across my knees.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed that the sandy-haired six-year-old in the seat opposite mine was also playing air piano. I looked up and gave him the smile of equals. He looked at me expressionlessly, his tiny hands darting expertly over the unseen keys.
Our gazes locked; I continued playing (it was an especially tricky passage).
And, to my delight, so did he.
by Teju Cole
Categories: Short Shorts
Delicious.
Delightful! Gave me a big smile.
Ah, very nice.
Love this.
I guess we’re the only music some kids may ever see.
this is sweet, teju-cole
Ah, the ineffable Mister Cole. I’m glad you are still around here. Are you also elsewhere?
All children are expert musicians. Wonder, wonder, wonder.
elegant and intimate and not a word un-needed. I need to thank BrendaClews for leading me here.
For the benefit of his fans, I’d like to point out that the inaugural post for this edition of short shorts was also penned by Mr. Cole. We expect to print one more of his before the month is out. Some other contributors will also be appearing a second or even a third time, so stay tuned, y’all!
Dear readers, thank you. I’m grateful for that little boy, and his act of freedom.