…I know, I cannot leave this place
full of memories
Robert Wyatt/Soft Machine: “Memories”
…Everything is very quiet
Everyone has gone to sleep
I’m wide awake on memories.
These memories can’t wait…
David Byrne/Talking Heads: “Memories can’t wait”
emories of a time long gone and still so close to that intimate and silent place called heart…
It’s almost impossible to forget those moments, acts of a play on a stage without walls.
The Terrace was the stage of a play without words.
The mind was the only protagonist and what the mind could not express with words then music became the script, ethereal and changeable, unsteadfast and still so strong that the passing years could not bleak its shining sparkle.
This is not only for sharing. It’s for me to go back to those moments of pure poetry, of almost transcendent happiness and bittersweet regret that still accompanies my most intimate memories. Indeed, those memories can’t wait…