Music

Music is my life

I still remember it well: as a little boy I sat with my father on the «Gargi», an agricultural transporter, on my grandparents' farm. We were loading freshly mown grass for the cows. The scent was sweet and green, the sun lay warm on my arms, and beneath us the engine hummed – steady, tireless.

I listened and wondered: do I actually like this? And suddenly I knew: yes. For in this humming a heart was beating. A rhythm. And no sooner had I felt it than melodies rose up with it, one after another, like swallows over the field. Inside me a whole piece of music came into being. A little masterpiece – just for me, played by the wind, the engine and the grass.

This gift has never left me. Rhythms and melodies accompany me to this day, in every step, in every breath. They are the colours of my life.

For me, music is a key to the soul. A source of joy, of calm and of serenity. It opens my feeling like the sun opens a blossom. It transforms. It heals.

Music can be powerful – wild and piercing like a thunderstorm over the mountains. And it can be gentle, like a cradling, a rocking, like waves rolling onto the shore.

For me, music is diving in. A gateway to other dimensions. I close my eyes, and the sounds carry me away, through spaces that know no walls.

Music touches. It caresses my heart. It gives me energy. And it rinses the grey, the stuck from my system, the way a spring rain washes the dust from the leaves.

For me, music is a miracle. A gift. A living expression of who I am.

Perhaps it all began there, on the Gargi, in the scent of fresh grass. And perhaps that little masterpiece is still playing on inside me.