A small new release is more a set of musical preludes , musical meditations on the image of dusk-dawn dances than a full-length album.
Something like notes from a music diary.
The wind smells of steel,
The night whispers softly,
Dawn trembles in her silken heart.
Dancing in joyful and impatient anticipation of dawn in the middle of a deafening, bleeding winter night.
The release of this album is accompanied by the publication of a collection of poems - new and old - that I think resonate with this music, deepening the sound with shadows of half-meanings and mysterious playful hints. You can read a collection of my poems "Flowers of Dawn" in Russian
here.