Keys, lightly touched

Three pieces from György Kurtág’s piano work ‘Games’



Flowers We Are, Mere Flowers...
(...embracing sounds)


at the bridge we joined hands

we walked until they [  . . .  ]

we were not permitted to cross

and at the bridge they [  . . .  ]

and at the bridge we [  . . .  ]

at the bridge we joined hands
we lay in the meadow grass



Perpetuum mobile (objet trouvé)

when yellow leaves blow round the statues
                       where girls in a playground run singing
                                   green branch green branch the gold gate is open

when vines are set fire on a hillside
...