Light and air in a state of constant, subtly detailed movement: this is also the nature of Sciarrino‘s music, as if it had soaked up all those delicate colours and adopted the mobility of air, captured its nocturnal buzzing-sounds with a net veil and transformed them into fluctuating sonorities, roaring and murmuring. One could almost think that the flickering odours of Mediterranean landscapes had entered the fleeting images of such music. Vague suggestions emerging from an old cultural realm, transposed into the present, lingering briefly and then disappearing once more. An interplay of sound and silence, free-floating fragments no longer within the domain of the unambiguous: one listens to them spellbound. (Lothar Knessl)