quote:To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again...
-The Hollow Hills, Mary Stewart, page 135
Dear friends, it's funny, when you start composing or performing after a break, it feels "like it was just yesterday..."
It is almost like "life" or all that is not the art, is just a break from the (ever continuous) art.
I loved Stewart's (Merlin's) description as he took up the harp after years... mmm.... everything changes, but everything stays the same... the same old eternity....
Love and light being, Teo Do (Re, Mi...)