Feb 18
B03. The Silence of Places
When two guitars sing me the Goldberg Variations, it's as if the room falls silent, the one we shared, where we met. Everything is there: the coffee machine, the coffee beans, the cups, the chairs, the counter. Everything is there – and everything is not there. The joy of the moment, to dive into it, to absorb the vibrations, to feel – that is now. Everything is the same, and everything is silent, because your melody is not in the room. The music falls silent, and today is not yesterday. A little light burns, that you could still come in, but the place is no longer home without you. Outside the birds are singing, outside is where you are, inside is the past.
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