Om det der forsvinder (2025)
(Of What Disappears)

Det flygtige, det lette, lyset, det umiddelbare, det enkle, det der forsvinder. Det der forsvinder hvert eneste øjeblik. En tanke, et minde, en tone, en sindsstemning, en tidsånd. Et menneske. Ting der forsvinder, opløses i naturen, smides væk, glemmes, fordamper. Alt omkring os der eksisterer, forsvinder også hele tiden, i forskellige hastigheder. Denne flygtighed er omdrejningspunktet i min cellokoncert. Det flygtige, det lette i udtrykket, men også melankolien i at tage afsked. Også musikken selv er flygtig og forsvinder, men kan på samme tid også fastfryse øjeblikke i erindringen man kan vende tilbage til, som spor i tiden.

Rune Glerup, 2025

The fleeting, the light, the brightness, the immediate, the simple, that which disappears. That which vanishes every single moment. A thought, a memory, a tone, a mood, a zeitgeist. A person. Things that disappear, dissolve into nature, are thrown away, forgotten, evaporate. Everything around us that exists is also constantly disappearing, at different speeds. This transience is the focal point of my cello concerto. The fleeting, the lightness in expression, but also the melancholy of saying goodbye. Music itself is also fleeting and disappears, yet it can simultaneously freeze moments in memory, moments one can return to, like traces in time.

Rune Glerup, 2025