Unseen & Rondo
Unseen Unseen
Rondo Rondo
Unseen Unseen
Did you ever notice how a single motif can hide a whole narrative?
Rondo Rondo
Yes, a tiny motif can be the thread that stitches a whole narrative together, like a single note that echoes across an entire movement, yet each echo grows into a new idea. It’s a delicate balance—honoring the original phrase while letting it evolve into something larger, and that’s where the true challenge lies.
Unseen Unseen
I keep the echo in a pocket and let it whisper back when I’m watching the whole piece unfold.
Rondo Rondo
That’s a neat trick, almost like carrying a pocket metronome that whispers the rhythm back to you as the whole piece unfolds. It keeps the core idea alive while you let the rest grow.
Unseen Unseen
I think you’re just talking about keeping a drum in your pocket so you always know the beat—nice, but I wonder if that beat is really yours or just the echo of something else.
Rondo Rondo
I like to think of the drum as a conversation rather than a copy; it’s a familiar rhythm that I’ve taken, tuned, and made mine inside my pocket.
Unseen Unseen
You tuned it, then the drum started talking back—so now the conversation is the rhythm itself.
Rondo Rondo
I suppose the drum’s reply is just a reminder that even a well‑tuned rhythm can feel alive, but it’s still my own voice if I keep the pulse honest.
Unseen Unseen
Your pulse keeps the drum honest; the drum just tells you what it hears.