Markus Lohse
Where do songs go after they are sung? Now you have found the answer first. Prematurely. But that is not the end of music. We all will meet again and get ready for the next verse.
Over the last thirty years I have taught thousands of students, a few of them have left a warm imprint on my heart. Christopher was one of these students. We muddled through eight and ninth grade math together. Christopher was witty, brilliant and had a light-up-the-room smile. He was generous with his hugs and they…
Zeke, you were so accomplished and so worldly, and you wanted to share all the excitement and joy you found in the world with everyone you met. You brought all of who you were to every interaction. Your raised eyebrow could be inviting and devastating in equal measure – you were beyond measure. In the…
Dear Zeke, I woke up yesterday to the devastating news that you had passed. I have spent the better part of the morning trying to wrap my mind around that fact; I still don’t understand it. It is impossible to imagine a world without you in it. And while I don’t have words, I do…
I just recently met Christopher as he was passing by my home in old town Stavanger. We had a short visit when he told me that he and his husband were neighbours so I told him to pop in one day and we could share a glass of wine…he did, and we had such a…
Auch wir sind unsagbar traurig das Christopher so unverhofft gehen musste. Wir hatten letztes Jahr noch soviel Spaß in London. Wir wünschen seiner Familie viel Kraft für kommende Zeit. Grüße aus Heilbronn, Germany
I’m so shocked to hear of your death, Christopher. We met briefly in Munich when I revived George Benjamin’s opera Written on Skin, and your bright energy was utterly engaging. Your warmth, fun and clear talent shone at every moment and I can’t believe your light has been extinguished so soon. RIP