Outside. Inside.

These strange days lead us from the outside to the inside.

Big noise becomes a whisper. Humans' silence don't cover bird songs.

Our self created worlds die. Inside and outisde.

A lot of shimmering distraction and hasty fast life has died these days.

It could be filled with nature, it could be filled with the roots we need.

But fear cut these roots. Too many words and thoughts fill the air with negativity.

Sad faces. Scared glances. Joy of life has vanished from their faces.

They kill art with every negative thought, with every turn around themselves.

And we artists? We musicians? We starve. We suffer a silent death of disappearing.

The hunger of life we still have in our veins can not be filled anymore.

Nobody cares about us. Only the famous ones will be seen. Will be noticed.

We turn into ghosts. We can not persist in a world of fear and panic.

 

It could be more beauiful. The inside and the outside.

When we open our eyes for the beauty around us, a friendly word, a smile I miss so much in these days. When we open our hearts again and let us allow to breath and allow us to smile. About the birds in the trees. The sun on our skin. The morning coffee. And so, the passion for arts will find the way back to people. The beauty is inside you and if you see that, you see the beauty outside again. And all what nature creates and we create. A melody that touches your heart again. A sculputure that catches your eye. A drawing of a wonderful landscape. See it all through artist's eyes. Give us a chance again to touch your heart. Outside and inside.

 

by Magical whispers.