It seems the slightest breeze sets off the acoustics, solo notes and chords in a strange orchestration of friction on glass. Chimes hanging on swaying stems bump against one another, each touch a little song, each sigh of the wind a composition.
It seems the slightest breeze sets off the acoustics, solo notes and chords in a strange orchestration of friction on glass. Chimes hanging on swaying stems bump against one another, each touch a little song, each sigh of the wind a composition.