The Wind (Pipes by Paul Hall of paulhallart)

A sketch of the Wind.  In the hardships, treasures from our tears.  South American pipes, original melody played by me.



music is an arm reaching out to touch the cosmos and finding out there is something beyond even that.

in the quiet something is formed.

getting beyond expertise and accomplishment, to something raw and live where absence of perfectionism reveals us as the children we really are. children of beyond the cosmos.