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Muse/ic – “Part XXI: Freedom V – ‘Piano Store Dance’ by Eva Maria Rauter

April 21, 2011 Leave a comment

Excerpt from Freedom V: The djinni is no longer laughing. His eyes glaze over as he looks off into the sky.
“Why were you running?” she asks, drawing the hand away from her boot.
“Searching for my previous master.”
“How did you lose your master?” she asks, and takes a step towards him.
“She freed me from my lamp and disappeared,” the djinni says lifelessly, tears falling down his face.
“Why are you looking for her?”
“Only she can return me to my lamp.”
“But you’re free.”


Free.. to immerse myself in ‘Piano Store Dance’ and speak to the djinni..

Thank you Eva Maria!

Muse/ic – “Part XX: Freedom IV – ‘Look Back In’ by Moby

April 18, 2011 1 comment

Excerpt from Freedom IV: “Who are you?”
“How do you know all this?”
“Because you’ve forgotten.”
The woman weeps.
“Your tears may not save your friend or your land,” the tree assures her, “but they do help to wash away the spell of the peacocks.”


The spell of ‘Look Back In’ taking hold, as I move through the garden, a mosaic of stolen treasures, amidst the whispers of an old friend.. 

Thank you Moby!

Muse/ic – “Part XIX: Freedom III – ‘Dead Sun’ by Moby

April 13, 2011 Leave a comment

Excerpts from Freedom III: “What lies on the other side of this hill?” she asks the breeze.
“Don’t you hear it?”
“I’m carrying the echoes to you.”
The woman stops and listens. “I hear you,” she tells the breeze.
“Which part of me?”
“The part that sounds like a breeze.”
“I bear infinite tones.”
The woman closes her eyes and listens again. “I hear the soft sound of a breeze!” she says dully, and continues her way.
When she reaches the heights of the hill, her gaze falls upon a blue sea. The breeze dances about her.
“I did hear hints of these waves in you,” she whispers to it.
“You listened like most do,” answers the breeze, “perceiving a mere layer of what I carry. And even when you heard beyond, you didn’t trust it.”


Like the breeze, Moby’s ‘Dead Sun’ carries the tones of my conversation with the Sea Woman, the dive into the deep with Kayahn, and beyond..

Thank you Moby!

Muse/ic – “Part XVIII: Freedom II – ‘Whispering Wind’ by Moby

April 6, 2011 Leave a comment

Photo by: Robert Gendler

Excerpt from Freedom II: “How long have you been following these stars?”
“Lost count,” says Hedda, blowing out a stream of white smoke. “Long. Even as a little girl. They’ve lead me here.”
“They speak to you?”
“They speak to you now!”
The younger woman returns to the eyepiece as Hedda sinks onto a rocking chair, releasing another thick puff of smoke. “Every night, they shimmer,” she continues. “Every night, they pour their voices down to us. You’d think they’d be sick of it by now. Sick of us. Yet only a few listen. The birds listen. They look to the Silvery River to lead them.
“Stars unfolding a blindfolded past. I’ve spent countless nights in this very seat, imagining what lies beyond the sky we see now. Ever wonder what today’s stars look like? Which ones are missing? What new formations have formed?
“And even when we find our paths drawn by a sky that was, that same sky cloaks the sky that is, somewhere beyond our reach.”
With those words, the old woman retires to her abode.
The other lies in the grass and feels the night sky pulling her towards its limitless stars.
“Tell me your secrets. You know mine.”


‘Whispering Wind’ pulling me into the vast.. past, present, future, at play–under one sky.

Thank you Moby!