Gould's humming

Written by: Jeff Rich

In the first aria he begins to hum.
This is the trace of true art and magic.
Ghostly. 
At one with the music but different and beyond. 
An hors-texte someone might say.
I ponder the enduring nature of this experience, 
this ghost of the artist, 
unbidden, improvised, unscored, not even beautiful, 
but it becomes what I listen for each time:
To search again for the traces of the dead in our lives.