New Chambers

Art, with its power to illuminate hidden depths within us

This piece reminds me of old times, simpler times.

I hear the men behind the two violins.

My arms soar when the music swells.

What does that make me?

The basses pummel the deepest and freest regions of my resonant chambers, the places I hid from old times, simpler times.

I have found a refuge in complexity.