The music begins in quiet moments.

Before it takes shape, it is already there.

Sometimes it feels like entering something that has just been left.

A room, a place, a trace.

I remain with it for a while.

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Some pieces grow from landscapes.

Others from fragments that appear and stay for a moment.

There is no clear line between them.

They are not built.

They are encountered.

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The work is not bound to a time or a place.

It exists as something to enter,

to stay with for a while,

and then to leave.

Jeanette