No powerful attack like the piano
No dynamic sustain like the winds
No sensual vibrato like the strings
But what the harpsichord has, is pluck!
Stubborn and bold, insisting THIS pitch is the one, while others
pivot around THIS pitch and THIS pitch like little earths at little
centers of little solar systems
Trying so many chords; sampling, savoring, sucking up the flavors
Until the harpsichord, ebullient, bursts forth with flourishes
Follow, follow, follow along
Sky Macklay