Sometimes the music is gentle and caressing, other times it is centrifugal and tearing. And when all the waves of the sea are over and all the strings to the heart are broken, the music moves anxiously away from the shore - it slowly steps forward, bent by grief, and drags its feet heavily along the sad axis of fate. Music locks and controls our breath to take us directly into the crater of our emotions. And then he throws us into the roaring waterfall of feelings and thoughts to drown us in their impossibility... Finally, the sounds slowly fade away and sink into the wet sand to merge with his deeply held burning memories. After low tide, only mussel shells with pearly dreams and seaweed tired from aimless swimming remain on the shore...
