Holding Grandfather's Hand
|Photograph © 2004 by Dean Wong|
I’ve only held his hands to help him walk. I guess I’ve really only touched his hands, but I like to imagine that we’ve held hands. I like to think that I’ve inherited something more than lost hopes, thwarted aspirations, and fractured dreams.
I want to feel that I have a direct musical lineage to China through my grandfather, a musician and teacher before my grandparents fled China in 1938, but I don’t.
I find Chinese music in faded, hardcover books in the remotest stacks of the library. As the only composer in a family of overseas Chinese, it is with regret that I never studied music with my grandfather.
(Text panel for YIJU: Songs of Dislocation)