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. They have something of a summer afternoon, when everything around you 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 no longer seek meaning, but simply feel.