Music. I grew up with it from an early age. My ears perceived the gentle sounds of the violin from the very beginning. My soul the playing of a flute. I could gently slumber in the characterful play of the piano. At any time of day. My soul was always filled with the art of the sound of instruments. Countless colours were created in my head. Because of my grandfather. He played these instruments. He was virtuoso in writing voices. The reinterpretation of works. Even today I can still hear the smell of the old paper on which he wrote his notes. I became what he was. Creative. I dedicate this picture to my grandfather. One who is always in my thoughts to this day. A man who lives firmly in my heart. The symphony of his work created the «sound of my universe» for me.
Thank you, grandfather!
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