To hear in the rustle of the forest
the sound of falling leaves.
To be able to count on the tin roof
the drops of the tapping rain.
To hear a snowflake fall,
floating, swaying.
To feel the rolling mix of clouds
before the thunder.
Hear the artist lift the bow,
before it even reaches the strings.
Sounds that reach our ears, our souls.
It’s not just the music that opens up before us,
but the inspiration that drives the composer
to compose.
We hear the composer’s, the musician’s, the performer’s
thoughts and feelings.
Pure, human, soul-stirring.