In the desert only light makes music

and its fingering is amazing for the shadows.

No sounds, only light.

No garden in the desert except the flowers.

Desert roses which are waiting to feel

the fingering of the lonely man.

Like an invisible instrument

or a body in the starry night.

No dreams, only vision.

No sea, only sky.

A blend of fire and rain made his soul.

Totally alone and forever.

He was able to finger any body of light.

He took this kind of instrument

to create a new music.

More human.

Sacred.

And even the open chord started

to feel his universe.

Every move of his fingers

had only one mission.

The resurrection.

Life and death were inside him

but he had the right to change

every shadow.