THE SOUNDS
A pulse
A pulse of something. Familiar yet new. A memory riding on the wings of a beat. It energises. It wants to be chased and to get lost in that moment again.
A pulse that evolves, becoming what is needed there and then. A deep bass, driving through the heart of melodic highs. A soft, Brazilwood bow, drawn across a string in wait. It's fluid; personal to the ear that listens.
Wherever life is, whatever it is doing, it shares those special feelings music creates — excitement, power, melancholy, serenity. It unites, under a complex umbrella of different origins.
A source of energy, waiting to be exchanged.
A pulse that evolves, becoming what is needed there and then. A deep bass, driving through the heart of melodic highs. A soft, Brazilwood bow, drawn across a string in wait. It's fluid; personal to the ear that listens.
Wherever life is, whatever it is doing, it shares those special feelings music creates — excitement, power, melancholy, serenity. It unites, under a complex umbrella of different origins.
A source of energy, waiting to be exchanged.