Echoes

From the adjacent studio, the faint sound of a sitar reaches me. I was listening, resting my body, still warm from the morning's practice. This timbre, no matter when I hear it, always brings a sense of peace to my heart, doesn't it? 🪷

In a corner of the studio, the Sitar, bathed in the afternoon light, quietly holds its breath. During a break from dance practice, I closed my eyes and played the instrument's timbre in my mind. I wonder what sounds everyone in Japan is listening to right about now. 🪷