Each instrument possesses a unique voice. The desire for perfection, as with everything, is unattainable. Potential and limitation: there is always a tension.
Each instrument has a voice that can only be fully realised when in symbiotic relationship to a player. The player also is limited: limited by skill, experience, passion and vision. Limited to a particular range and choice of expression.
But together… Together instrument and player explore that vibrational energy where the finite reaches outwards into the unknown. Tendrils of enquiry seek out new paths, new relationships. The entwined voices call to the limitless reach of sky. None have yet tapped the source. And so the journey continues.
And so it is with all things. Including the living instrument of words. Words narrow, categorise and define. They impose boundaries and distinctions where none exist. And yet, it is through language that, paradoxically, we expand. Words create a music with the power to touch eternity. I have chosen to wed myself to the mystery of words. We are bonded, sharing a promise to know the unknowable. Through words I come to see. I touch but the merest fragment of their breath. And yet they welcome me, reaching out to me and calling in a seductive whisper: Come.
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Each instrument has a voice that can only be fully realised when in symbiotic relationship to a player. The player also is limited: limited by skill, experience, passion and vision. Limited to a particular range and choice of expression.
But together… Together instrument and player explore that vibrational energy where the finite reaches outwards into the unknown. Tendrils of enquiry seek out new paths, new relationships. The entwined voices call to the limitless reach of sky. None have yet tapped the source. And so the journey continues.
And so it is with all things. Including the living instrument of words. Words narrow, categorise and define. They impose boundaries and distinctions where none exist. And yet, it is through language that, paradoxically, we expand. Words create a music with the power to touch eternity. I have chosen to wed myself to the mystery of words. We are bonded, sharing a promise to know the unknowable. Through words I come to see. I touch but the merest fragment of their breath. And yet they welcome me, reaching out to me and calling in a seductive whisper: Come.
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