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A song of beauty and tragedy


My warm hand grazes the guitar’s string
I see wild roses awake.
Oh, I smell their strong sweet scent
spreading throughout the world.

I was in the garden of my dreams
but my hands longs for tragedy.
And all the tears fall on the blooms
fall to the ground to make them grow.

Within my music they will grow
fed by a longing I can’t still.

The song is about the creation of music and the well from where our melodies come from: it’s a mixture of passion, suffering, pleasure, delight. Why do we feel the need to write, to play music? Is it the longing for a primordial stage where everything was one and we have lost today? Is it the will to try to reach the “universal music”, the so called “music of the spheres”?

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