XANADIAN RHAPSODY

Samuele is a composer from Milano, 

whose bells and cymbals carry delights from the Orient.

A saxophone’s malleable core sound flows

into Alph the mystic river. Be invited by a Pan flute

to the gardens of Kubla Khan, where the sun enfolds greenery

and wakens scented trees with a piano’s melody. 

Tunes invade inward spaces mingling mind with matter.

Brush and cymbals pepper the ear.

The counterpoint of a saxophone stretches a waning moon.

Bustling noises of percussion erupt in volcanic power,

while octaves jump up, step by step. 

Swaying drum beats pulsate and palpitate the moving river. 

Superseded by timbales, Mount Abora rises in the sound of a harp.

A world of harmonies assembles a poet's paradise, freeing it

from the chasm theme provoked by the pounding piano,

until the saxophone resonates in a sequence of notes

fuelling an eruption of war memories.

Unease is aroused by music: Beware! Beware! 

Close your eyes with holy dread!

A flood of strings brings tension to a climax, then - silence. 

Sounds are sky borne. Percussion gets softer.

The last four bars are repeated and fade out.

Diminuendo. Piano, pianissimo.

Paradise goes on forever. 

That is how Samuele tells his story.