Helal Sharif

The River teaches us to live, carrying the history of pain, suffering, and sorrow in its chest. It is a melodious stream of the past. The slow echo of the present time. This speed of the stream can be made slow, can be wounded. Yet, even in the deep crisis of our existence, it provides us the calm and cool shadow like a mother's lap.

The cultural sense emanating from that shadow spreads its wings like the rays of the sun on the water's surface, the moonlight. People weave dreams by swaying themselves in the bonds of the musical notations teaching the people around them to live with boundless joy.

The Devotees were, are, and will be - they can weave garlands even while standing in the midst of the sting. They are observers of the great ages ~~~

Here I try to express me with spontaneity without any short of formal knowledge of music to respod the inner self that keeps me reminding every single moment...