Sometimes it can be found in the fleeting moments before the sun sets. Or in plain daylight, while being busy and when you really aren't looking for it. Something fragile yet savage and untamed, most certainly transitory and absolutely delicious. Whispers of an angelic muse some might say, a moment of grace for certain. It is then when these compositions are born, following those instants of perfect beauty. Eight pieces for piano, eight little vials that, when opened, ever so slowly envelop you in a delicate and refreshing fragrance. An open portal to bittersweet universe where the pleasure of playing dominates over technique |
