This is another sketch prompted by the impact its music had on me.
"Sketching" is for me like a liberation, a form of daily breathing (and breathing "right" at that), not trying to make "finished/polished pieces," not making anything "special," just getting involved with something that moves me, serving it as best I can, without turning the experience into a "do or die" ordeal or a bout of "techno-plumbing.".

"Just sketching while hearing with my eyes..."

Alberto Caeiro/Fernando Pessoa (alberto-caeiro.blogspot.ca/) wrote something that conveys what I am trying to say:

XIV

I don’t bother with rhyme. Rarely
Are two trees the same, one beside the other.
I think and write like flowers have color
But with less perfection in my way of expressing myself
Because I lack the divine simplicity
Of wholly being only my exterior.

I see and I’m moved,
Moved the way water runs when the ground is sloping
And what I write is as natural as the rising wind...

The music is by Dietrich Buxtehude, the Alleluia of his BuxWV 15 cantata.
Beautifully sung by the Ensemble Accentus (accentus.fr/), with the Concerto Köln (concerto-koeln.de/home_welcome.php?main=home&sub=&ref=&lang=eng) conducted by Laurence Equilbey (accentus.fr/equilbey-accentus/equilbey-accentus.html)

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