Magic is what we do. Music is how we do it.
Ideally the point of music is community, not the player. Musicians are simply channels to link the audience to the music and to each other.
Wrapped in a shroud of psychedelic wonderment,
The music washes over the senses, dripping lyrical sweetness.
Each musical trajectory soothes, shifts and drifts, melting
The false perception of what we believe.
Each reality in its beginning, each note building and climbing,
Waves, rolling and splashing, being absorbed as one, by all.
Musical movement, slow and meandering, snakes through the mind,
Flashing lights corrupt lucid thought, unencumbered by the blizzard
Sweeping in and around the soul. Auditory and visual bliss are within reach, for now.