The solo piece Lying stretched on the bottom of a lake, in calm and safe depth.
Looking up attentively but distantly to the whirls of the surface.
An observing center below all anxieties, fears and beatitudes.
The fragmentary sound of the guitar, representing the perceiving self, strings itself – as from the off, like the reaction of a dreamer – over (or under?) shouting, crackling, whispering, swinging and singing continuums of the distant changing world.
Diving deep down into the quiet ground of the soul, unaffected by peripheral fluctuations.
A piece of silence, of absorption, of emission into the space.