Tak Ada Yang Abadi

It sounds like a memory wrapped in the rustle of old film. The quiet notes seem to touch the heart with their fingertips - they don't press, they don't call, they just are. There is something in them of a summer afternoon, when everything around has frozen, and all you can hear is the breath of the wind and light laughter fading into the distance. Music in which you don't need to understand the words - it speaks for them: about tenderness, about gratitude, about that rare calm that comes when you are no longer looking for meaning, but simply feeling.