And ink the silence – Saariaho’s HUSH given in a world premiere of flickering intensity at the Helsinki Festival

But then, somehow, it got in.

No. Not got in. That's the wrong way of putting it. Music doesn't get in. Music is already in. Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up. A rebirth of sorts.

There was such a yearning and energy to it. I closed my

the perilous process of improvisation, to stumble upon form through musical adventuring.

Silence moves through all sound like water through netting.

A song like the echo caught in a seashell one of his tutors had brought him from his coastal travels, or the shimmer of a rainbow after a summer rain, tangled between the hills of the valley where he grew up.