“Flying is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I’d do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.”
Few days ago by I came across this poem and thought it was beautiful. Flying has been an important part of my life, and I always felt it well describes what I am. Then I have come to realise that music is very similar to flying, and that such poem could well be written with music in mind. Music is freedom: freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of imagination. It is uncompromising, needs no explanation nor justification. Music is my religion, which requires no belief.
Music is pure passion, or at least it can be if we allow it. Music is a colourful, magical moment in one’s life, which is a collection of moments. Some moments, absorbing, inspiring, captivating, enlightening, will be with us forever. Some moments, when music touches us, or we soar, or we love, or we are loved, are worth a life.
I am using a video of my friend Andrea Iemma, an excellent hang glider pilot, to combine the concepts of music and flying. On this occasion I will play, compose and improvise as freely as I felt when, soaring above the clouds, I experienced one of those magic moments: enjoying the freedom of spirituality.