Vlissingen Wind Organ

The haunting howls of a spirit laden wind wash through the wooden channels within this organic instrument. A breeze searching for some soft saintly ear to hear its call and respond with a wave or whisper, a mere mention of praise. For the wind wishes to be a ballad. One which all the creatures of the earth call beautiful as they sit still with eyes wide and ears open, awaiting the sweet sounds of mother nature's breath to wash over them once again. If even for a moment the wind should falter, take a rest or stop, the whole world might go silent and scream. For the loneliness of the planet having to sweat through such silence could easily drive the demons out of the caves where good and bad person alike would grab one another for comfort and cry upon their shoulders, reduced to the sweet innocent babes that they all truly are. From great commanders to beggars of bread, their might or and misery would all wash together in puddles of tears upon the cold, quiet earth. IMAGE: https://picasaweb.google.com/jpspoor/Diversen#5483452242805036162 SOUND: http://www.freesound.org/samplesViewSingle.php?id=104840