もう覚えてないが、草雲雀のような虫が鳴いている。近くではキリギリス。もっと遠くで魅力的な音を奏でる虫。 こんな時間にベンチに座って作曲中のThe Sleeping Princessをギターで弾いている。 指が覚えるまで弾きこまなければ僕は上手に弾けない。 なんて虫の音のコーラスは美しいんだろうか。 かれらから受けるインスピレーションを音にした。 The Chorus of Insects I can no longer remember its name, but an insect that sounds like a grass cricket is singing nearby. Closer to me, a katydid is calling. Farther away, another insect plays a captivating melody in the darkness. At this hour, I am sitting on a bench, playing my guitar and working on The Sleeping Princess , a piece I am composing. I have to play it over and over until my fingers remember it. That is the only way I can play it well. How beautiful the chorus of these insects is. The inspiration they give me has found its way into music.