Instrument – a dead object without a soul. A thing! Is it only? Maybe an artifact? It’s also a thing, an object. It’s a dormant and mysterious thing. Patent. Ready to act and hoping to be moved. Then it gives the sound. It takes years for the sound to express human feelings and emotions. Love, hatred, joy, sorrow… all within easy reach.
I’ve got your artifact, Rafal, and I am still learning how to move it.