The Clock

 

Dear friends of piano music, I do not know how long this clock has been standing still. In the summer it is hardly visible behind the dense green of the trees, so I walked past it for years without even noticing it. Now it has become a symbol of stagnation and paralysis, in Heidelberg as everywhere in the world. Desolate emptiness, ghostly silence where children usually laugh, shout and rage, because the clock belongs to a primary school. We live on memories. Even my recording today is rather the painful memory of a waltz, one should not try to actually dance on it. Towards the end, it reminds us of a lullaby, the memory of the security of childhood.

Greetings from Heidelberg!

Kerstin