
The music was
working and always acts as a reflection, a mirror of internal feelings. As a
child I remember the change of seasons from winter to summer .. The different
scents in the air and colors created in the heart small melodies . Accompanying
my dreams ..
In music as in any
form of art there is no definition.All are life
experiences together, heavy losses, moments of loneliness, deadlock
interactions .. The effort to understand yourself.
There are numerous
opportunities to activate the process of survival and of expression. Music is
like a silk bedsheet you're paving to rest .. There isn't any sorting of the
most beautiful elements of the world, but an automatic effort to transform all
into something wonderful.
The first contact
with this pervasive power occurred in my childhood, watching the Symphony
Orchestra of Prague, performing the work of the great Bedřich Smetana: Má Vlast
(Vltava). A swinging sensation in the heart and with small butterflies in the
stomach, this managed to cause a sharp chill in my body. Not knowing the
feeling of ecstasy then, I had the impression that I got sick. It was one of
those illnesses that persecute you until the end. Like a microbe, a companion
following you throughout your life.
The years have
passed and the melodies took a form, capable of activating perpetual magical
power in the soul , a "machine" that automatically replenishes what
it exhausts. Like Lisa Gerrard who strikes a bargain with angels. Like Beth
Gibbons, through her you manage to perceive what love is. All converges so as
to force the "random" to articulate a truth as old as the nature and
leads to a sense which doesn't get old ..
but despite allows a person to remain refined..
Whether surrounds
you the song of a lantern, or the voice of a storm, the breath of the sunset or
the moan of the sea, there always awakes behind you a broad melody, woven with
a thousand voices, and within it, there somewhere, space for your own solos. To
recognize the moment when it's your turn to sing, is a secret of your own
solitude, this is the art of true feelings ..
It is a spiritual
language that applies to metaphysical concepts, revealing through these the
harmonic laws..
Kriistal Ann

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