‘The music has invented its own language and as much as we are the ones who create it, it creates us too. Re-membering what was dismembered. Calling forth for Growth. Rekindling old fires for a new age with a spark that is as ancient as time. Everything is instrumental even the instrumental itself, there's poetry in stillness and there's poetry in motion. We are not empty, we are open. Pulsing with rhythmic imagination. Earthy and Airy. Tethered to a less crowded sky, where the bigger picture still existed when our world was devoid of pixels. Oh snap!’

- Trabolee -