Every great artist inspires love, devotion and awakening of true self as does the pianist, Helene Grimaud. I visited her guest book on her web site at Deutschgrammophon and spent a long time perusing her messages.
These intimate conversations with Helene Grimaud, left anonymously by her fans touched my heart. They were a fascinating and poetic outpouring of love, spiritual confession, appreciation and devotion. You can read the original article here and below you will find more of the letters.
I hope that you enjoy them.
Princess Haiku
Conversations with Helene Grimaud:
PrincePeterofNewYork
USA
12-23-2008
Mon cherie Helene,
In summer's heat or snowy winter deep,
Whether you are are near or far,
You'll always be y piano virtusosa shining star,
More beautiful than the Sisters of the Pleiades, by far!
Happy Holidays et Season's Greeting et Bonne Annee!
Je t'aime et Je t'adore,
Pierre
P.S.
What you are, you are by accident of birth;
What I am. I am by myself,
There are and will be a thousand Princes;
There is only one Beethoven!
Char
USA
03-03-2009
Wisdom in Hibernation
In Courtly Love we gather our forces and circle
the rest is Magical and Divine.
AVR
USA
12-11-2008
Breaking out of Cliche
Longing for anything
A gape evolving daily
T asting the essence of the loved one
E vaporating and condensing in new forms
R oaming the Universe together
A ndrogynous
L overs without limits
T he score you played next door
H eavenly sounds mesmerizing me
I nsights inside a circular design
N o is not in my dictionary
K isses are forever French
TX
Germany 11-11-2008
Dear Wolfwoman,
some parts I played last year...
You have to know I never learned it; not even notes...
I had the courage and played in Munich near the Marienplatz on the street and saw people's eyes after playing. I saw their feelings and know I met their hearts.
Credo
Austria
07-11-2008
Bon anniversaire and happy birthday, liebe Helene!
May there be joy for you and all your beloved ones
on this God given day.
May this joy unveil the sorrow,
if there is any afflicting sound in the sense
of your wonderful heart.
a silent bearer of a rose.
JT
USA
07-11-2008
Dear Helene:
I wish you a very happy birthday.
I very much enjoyed the new Bach recording with its wonderful logical program. I still remember the night in Troy, New York where you performed the Bach/Busoni Chaconne as if your life depened on it. I always look forward to your very special musical insights that strike a chord in my heart.
KE
USA
12027-2007
When you are absent I notice
No movement in the waves of perceptions
The fields stand still in dead calm
Pei
Greece
12-16-2007
Magical Helene,
In awe I reflect my perceptions.
The hands of a craftsman shape visions
Free Aphrodite from an amorphous marble
Carving, sanding, shaping the next goddess
Tools of creation possessing life force
Tiresome and agile moving with speed
Giving life, mixing, arranging, creating music.
Valz
USA
12-12-2007
I asked you to dance with me
Moving apart in tachyon speeds we land in a new world
Mine will remain a mystery while yours a fairy tale
HT
France
11-20-2007
Chopin and Helene
Genius meets Genius
Creativity meets Synaesthesia
Pythia's dreams of a magical union
Between the two
A soulful connection.
The union of conscious femininity
Can only be contained in a love container
Made up in Quantum Soup of Super Strings
The mystery composer in love
Not the poet but the choreographer discovers
Graffiti in secret envelopes
JB
UK
06-21-2006
Get well soon!
Trust that the music in your soul shall cast aside your maladies; these shadow impostors of illness. Then rising up again unobstructed, you can pour your soul into the music. Destined to perform you shall lay unhindered and we shall listen.
Anon
USA
06011006
Connecting with all the waves may bring the miraculous into being.
AP
France
04-20-2006
Chere Mademoiselle Grimaud,
While I adore you I sometimes feel this world is not such a friendly place for talent like yours, because I perceive this theme from below the collective, the matrix.
DA
Greece
04-05- 2006
Your thoughts triggered a trip to Christina's world.
Here is my favorite poem written by her.
One face looks from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girll in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel- every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more or less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, nor with sorrow dim;
Nor as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is ,but as she fills his dream.
Christina Rossetti
12/24/1856
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