Gould's Humming

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.