Blue Trails [score + detached part].

The blue paths are those of water and air, and they are the closest to those of music, narrative music, not music in abstract form, or music enclosed in stone monasteries, be they even cold palaces of solid artistic institutions. Music that narrates, that moves, does not always, indeed rarely, like to follow the tracks marked in the solid matter made of earth and rock: it does not and must not need to, at the cost of having to get lost. But precisely because of this, it knows how to be light, clear and crystalline, but also mysterious and powerful like storms, and above all, like these, terribly necessary. And the flowers and blades of grass that line the earth's paths it certainly knows how to refresh and water them, to better show them to us and sing them to us.