April 27, 2017
I like the way the music is densely layered. The entryways of the pieces brim with currents of sound – symbols, none of which lingers long enough for me to grasp before it disappears into my body. I feel my body begin to restructure, in a way. It dawns, as the piece moves continually forward, that all the subtle variations are more felt sound (spanda) than heard sound. They have become the floor under my feet, the substratum of my trance. This, in turn, opens the clear space in my heart … the place where things are revealed. I am in the music; in each sound there is oneness … there is space.