Inspiration

Just the moment I take time to sit and listen to some sounds, try some sketches, suddenly something likes to take over. It includes itself in, in what I seem to be doing. Suddenly pieces come together and are rearranged. Some are sorted out and some extra input is following. It all falls into place. When the composition is given birth it does not stop. images, moving images are coming to me as memories on a hard disk drive. Just scrolling through some memories and one video pops out, resonates.. A moment later the title of the song is coming to me. All feels like such a gift! The next moment is the start of another episodes. Words are coming a poem is born.

The poem

Fleeting

Sounds and images
Fading memories of what has never been
Echoes of joyful memories 
Recognized by an extinct self

Sounds and images
Impossible to hold on to
the nostalgia is fleeting 
In an attempt to cherish

Sounds and images
The laugh of a child
the unbearable lightness
of unleashed innocence

Sounds and images
Fade away into light
The differences melt
The stillness remains

The Video