Summoning of the Artists

From the darkness of the night,

travelling as in flight, I reached the plateau

I had crossed the grassy plain surrounded by mountains,

silent spaces,

Sense of freedom and awe

Musica magica, magia eterea, musica magica, magia eterna

My companion awaited me to stop the time

We began our rite

Our hearts becoming lighter and lighter,

as the everyday loads were fading away

The wind carried our music. The moment became eternal

We were wind, we were light, we were space, we were the sky...