Instructions before jumping here: Close your eyes and don't think. Just listen and be calm. That is needed for the music we are going to hear right now.
But dear readers, if you like, read this post first, which will probably be shorter than I usually write. My way of writing is anyway far away from the beauty that these sounds will bring. It just happened an hour or so (now already more) that I heard this piece and it reached me. You all know, we just simply can't explain some things in life, and maybe we don't even have to do that. Maybe art is here to give some explanation, or just calmly caress our souls, who knows? A mystery how the artists get the inspiration to create something and how we happen just to catch some of those vibes and where.
While I was in the car running some everyday things and errands, paying attention to the traffic lights, signs and quite dense traffic for this Friday morning, the National Spanish Classical Radio brought sounds from heaven. If you don't believe me, just hit the play button of the next video (but just when you finish with the reading part as this music indeed has to be digested without any distraction):
I asked my son to find out the composer so I can listen to it once again at home. It was a certain Ēriks Ešenvalds. Who? I have never heard of him. Why? Why, when it is so sublime, so magical and it was hidden all this time from me? My first impression was that we are flying with the stars, in a huge, endless space for unlimited time. The strings that made the ascents, the voices that brought closer the richness of the sound, the eerie parts that trapped our hearings. What kind of music is this? The piece is called In Paradisum. Everything makes more sense, of course as it is music from heaven.
At home, I immediately searched for the artist and the composition I heard in the car. Now, already listened to it several times and also found another beautiful piece.
In the description part of this video, I found out that this one was composed upon the text of a certain Sara Teasdale, her poem Stars. What the singers also highlighted:
We chose to record in the underground Westminster parking garage first for its acoustic, which gives the piece a stunning aural dimension. It has since taken on a deeper meaning and serves as a metaphor for those of us feeling increasingly trapped and isolated. We sing a song about the stars, 50 feet underground.
I leave it here, as I said I don't want to spoil this music experience with any further text. It's time to meet more music from this composer I was just given to hear. However, more daily tasks are waiting for me but a great thing is that music is like time. It is infinite.