Nobility Of Salt
strive for compositions of music like paintings of hidden landscapes, dreams or visions beyond times and trends, creating an imaginary soundtrack which is able to shroud those poetical words in its magic.
Where poetry knows to find its place, there will be every time the important companion called melancholy.
Melancholy, clear to recognize and expressed by a tremulous voice almost singing from evening fields, drifting in fragile as elegiac guitar atmospheres - softly floating among broken clouds.

I’m a wayfarer
Without beginning
Trail or destination
And a suitcase filled with burdens
The yearning, today’s morning dew
My desire
The lament of night ...

(Ricardo Hoffmann)