75248 - The fingering of light
N. Lygeros
In the desert only light makes music
and its fingering is amazing for the shadows.
No sounds, only light.
No garden in the desert except the flowers.
Desert roses which are waiting to feel
the fingering of the lonely man.
Like an invisible instrument
or a body in the starry night.
No dreams, only vision.
No sea, only sky.
A blend of fire and rain made his soul.
Totally alone and forever.
He was able to finger any body of light.
He took this kind of instrument
to create a new music.
More human.
Sacred.
And even the open chord started
to feel his universe.
Every move of his fingers
had only one mission.
The resurrection.
Life and death were inside him
but he had the right to change
every shadow.