His Pieces (Gallop Apace)

Perhaps I was mysteriously captivated by the tales of his movements . . . Although reciting Solomon, Ondaatje, Keillor, Nash, and Poe, he remained acutely ingenious . . . The melodic voice with its high and low modulations seemed to have found sustenance on earth, yet insinuated the non-terrestrial . . . Inebriated by those words, phrases, and intervals, I managed the thought: what an enchanting performance.