Pause. Observe the moment now. Where there is stillness there will be storm, followed again by stillness.
The sounds of the Primeval are always present, interrupted only by the stormy and dramatic, the peal of thunder or the rush of the crowd. Afterwards, there is not silence. Listen and hear the innumerable sounds and movements within the clarity of stasis and balance.
In composition, this is aural beauty on the periphery of music, everywhere tones moving in lines and clusters, emerging and proceeding in non-melodic paths and patterns, reflecting the reality of natural settings and undisturbed cultural atmospheres.
The sounds of the Primeval are always present, interrupted only by the stormy and dramatic, the peal of thunder or the rush of the crowd. Afterwards, there is not silence. Listen and hear the innumerable sounds and movements within the clarity of stasis and balance.
In composition, this is aural beauty on the periphery of music, everywhere tones moving in lines and clusters, emerging and proceeding in non-melodic paths and patterns, reflecting the reality of natural settings and undisturbed cultural atmospheres.
