Summoning Of The Artists
Hexperos
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...
