Music: 2
Tuesday, 22 August 2017
Spaces
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Frahm is in the land of the living,
but the music will not be forgotten.
A memory of Alpha,
Echoing into the abyss.
Sound enters the silent realm,
explodes into existence.
In the beginning was the word,
and the word was made music.
Music resonates with itself,
reverberates across space and time.
Crescendos into cascades of harmony, a dance.
Playing in disharmony, fighting.
Always exploring, rediscovering old space,
discovering new places.
— By. Nils Frahm

