August 25th, 2007, Gardens of Venice
Playing Lightning and directing ‘Italian Flute Orchestra’: in the darkness of the marvelous gardens, at 4 am, the flute players mix with the people who are gently rustling, exchanging small instruments, we are all literally the fireflies-crickets in the concert… This small wooden object is set in motion multiple times, an instrument created for the concert that, when touched, lights up like fireflies, and the sound resembles the sound of crickets.
Harmonia Mundi for J. Beuys
(subject of the score for improvisation)
In the many favorable pauses
in the dark hour of dusk
there is still no sound.
In the red and violet hour
the green gets gray
uncertain whisper flares up
and suddenly fades out.
And the heart tightens
in the gloomy hour of the dark blue,
dull and distant thunders,
yellow and distant stars,
a thousands years.
But in the hour of the blue the Moon
the unpredictable baton
raves about ebbs and flows
shapes, grows, and rotates.
And at midnight sings the golden hour:
a balance of meanings
or an invitation to give and love?
At the stroke of one o’clock in orange dark
of ambrosia and sangria
very small cosmogonies their rites
crazy crickets, out of their minds:
the world is sleeping!
This is the silver of the first breeze
that smells of a pair of lovers
one cannot see the moon now
Venus is the lighthouse.
And the dawn breaks
the impossible combination of
rose ochre.
The hope of king men is sounding.
