Summoning of the Artists

From the darkness of the night, travelling as in flight, I reached the plateau
I had crossed the grassy plain surrounded by mountains, silent spaces
Sense of freedom and awe
Musica magica, magia eterea, musica magica, magia eterna
My companion awaited me to stop the time
We began our rite
Our hearts becoming lighter and lighter, as the everyday loads were fading away
The wind carried our music. The moment became eternal
We were wind, we were light, we were space, we were the sky…