In the court of the King…
Strolling with my mind through an ageless forest somewhere in Germany, I approached the meeting area with my friend the jester, just as I once promised after his precious gift I never was aware of until then, as we reveled quenching our youthful thirst with nectar of the gods, at the king's court, less than a moon before if I recall but it was shortly when my curiosity became a stronghold.
I was there isolated in my chamber, at last my inpatient ears and heart were about to embrace the sounds of my gift the divine elements in a baptism of fire, water, earth and wind they crowned as P.A.W.N.
My friend was wise, the jester knew well but “all will be revealed” he said, ”that fateful moment, at the right time”. Suddenly a golden door stood proud before me and quickly I entered the threshold without question, how strangely I gasped, there was the king's court and so was the Jester! Then, I knew all along the forest was “the gift” and awareness was my prize!
The guardians stood vigilant and watched as we ever danced to the airy music, with my maiden, in the hall of plethora and strange beauty, acoustic landscapes surrounding us, through a distorted view, at first ever-changing the time and frame, familiar and swift seemed the melodies yet soon to be clarified with the redemption of déjà-vu.
As I wandered along with my childhood memories, ponds of reminiscence were like soothing lakes rushing towards a river of a never-ending cascade. The Jester was there all along standing from the banks and watching from a distance with his ancient, sardonic smile as I bathed within, safely with the gentle flow. Then as I dreamt, I awoke, with little drops of wisdom upon my brow. The gift of awareness taught me well. So did the Jester to whom I owe forever gratitude, as a gift from an unknown siren I never met until then, though her velvet voice was always there forever calling me among enchanted dreamers. Then suddenly the vast forest vanished as it once appeared for an imaginary path to ascend.
I listened closely to the sound of falling leaves, seemingly lost and lonely, but the wind was always my eternal companion whispering gently through my ears, the invisible siren took me by the trembling hand as if an unseen, yet guiding light. It was fated for me not to meet the jester again, yet a friendly piper was waiting ahead, at the gates of D.A.W.N!
In possibly more simple words, P.A.W.N delivers an individual musical journey, away from names, monikers, standards or limits of progression and direction where the listener is “PAWN intended” on an imaginary chessboard moving through and swept by an ocean of sounds and emotions all adorned within a beautiful yet ever-perplexing melodic nutshell found in every composition, wishing the dream will never end..and to think ,“The gift of Awareness” is just the beginning, unknown where and when and what the future holds.. “I believe destined, for more magic and promise” spoke the jester through his unmistakable smile.. and who am I to question words of wisdom!