The conclusion of a lovely obituary for pianist Alfred Brendel (1931-2025) in The Times of London:

Brendel was an artist with greater charm in private than in public, who seemed an unlikely superstar in an age that often favoured dazzle and bravura over gravitas and determination. He could be nervous, jittery even. Being neither a perfectionist nor a virtuoso, he had to fight for each piece. However, his strength came directly from that struggle. Nevertheless, in his continual search for musical truth he never heard a performance that completely satisfied him, and never played one that completely satisfied him either. In keeping with his love of the absurd and, in a sense, answering his own question about whether or not classical music should be serious, he enjoyed pointing out that the word “listen” is an anagram of “silent”.

... some of which, perhaps, could be said in Toki Pona:

jan ni li pali e kalama musi suwi
ona li ante e jan mute pi kalama musi
ona li pali suli wawa
kute kalama musi la ona li pilin ala e pona ale tawa ni
ona li olin e nasa
ni la ona li toki musi tawa kalama musi

... not as poetic as the English version, alas!

_{(cf Buechner Magic (2000-10-27), Remember Rafe (2000-12-11), Music Master (2001-06-04), Webb Wiggins (2002-12-15), Artistry at the Piano (2005-11-08), ...) - ^z - 2025-06-25}