I love sitting in the studio and call for my good old friend:

the evil-looking big stone giant…

then he comes with his gigantic grey feet in 4/4 steps, pounding heavy on the ground with each step. He walks towards me on this high sized

meadow full of flowers and everywhere he hits the ground butterflys are rising up to the sky.

The butterflys meet up there with fine aligned highhats to dance in the upgowing moonlight sorrounded by soft coloured atmospheric

glowings.

Now he’s within reach of me, he looks down to me, gives me an
embrassed lough an takes me up on his shoulder to keep me in safety
from the thunderstorm of heavy highs, claps and snares that is brewing
up.

When the storm is over I look arround down from his shoulder, seeing the meadow completely undamaged by his footsteps and I recognize
how light-footed he basically really is.

Then he puts me down again, waves to me and slowly disappears behind the horizon.

Exactly in this moment…

...I wake up on my chair, sitting infront of my laptop and already start to miss my friend even a few minutes after I’ve just seen him and

look forward to call him again…