What it's like to be Vladmir Horowitz

As the virtuoso plays Alexander Scriabin's "Wave," (Etude No. 42 Op. 5 C#) on the Bösendorfer--

his nimble, wrinkled hands caressing and travelling rapidly and effortlessly across the black and white keyboards for intoxicating three minutes --

the haunting music swells up orgasmically,

building up to a pent-up crescendo poco a poco, then being subdued into a low murmur.

It awakens the gods

and is almost inebriating.

In this process, the legendary composer's soul fuses with and is resurrected as the concert pianist's being -- the Pygmalion reunited with his creation

and the tuxedo-colored notes rise up like birds

on a summer day.

unrequited love.