Ancora
By FARHA GUERRERO
Einaudi trapped me last night on the bus home — this time within his song Ancora.
It is played in several parts, with a small pause between each melody.
I know what those markings in the score look like on the page — I can see those little breaks.
Ancora is that beautiful cyclical repetition of something — an entity that keeps resurfacing, maybe like the waves of his 1996 album Le Onde.
That resurfacing is the ancora that persists — the emotional weight of love that keeps returning.
Love that lingers — always there, remaining still as time passes.
Ancora, and ancora still.