The music comes and goes.
I am man. I am music.
– The dance of oblivion: The dance of the lonely one.mp3 –
Once and again I forget how to write music. Once and again I remember it.
This repetition begins to feel like a rhythm, almost like a dance between me and my music.
In some way each dance is a call to creation, to a new world, to a new movement.
I wish to share a dance which rebuilds itself day and night without my presence, a dance to remind the world and its creator their own existence – a lonely dance. Not a prayer, a tribute.
We would see the Him probably before ruins.
We would see Him hesitating, without knowing exactly what to do. He witnessed chaos and still cannot find order in his divinity.
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He never really knew how to compose.
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