乔思暮轻轻摇头,“Canon and Gigue in D major for 3 violins and Basso Continuo.”
李成只好点点头,“也是,这里没小提琴。”
“同度,两小节,反行。”乔思暮说完便开始敲琴键,李成连忙也开始配合,“我尽量。”
悠扬的钢琴音钻进了时间的罅隙,使得韶光溢出潺潺流水,流过guī裂的罗布泊,流过尘埃的金字塔,流过阳光四溅的香榭丽舍大道,流过纸醉金迷的华尔街,流过萧伯纳的都柏林。李成记得曾经看过《海上钢琴师》,上辈子他没多大的印象,这辈子再看时,他觉得怅然若失,他回忆着《海上钢琴师》,“Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. ”
“我很喜欢1990的那句话,You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that's the truth……”李成疲倦地说着,接着看着乔思暮,脸上尽是悲戚,“乔大小姐,that they never end!That keyboard is infinite!And if that keyboard is infinite,Then on that keyboard there is no music you can play! You're sitting on the wrong bench!That's God's piano!”
Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that's the truth, That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.