The most famous Georgian composer on earth — oh, no, the most mysterious and unworldly composer on the planet who is gifted, like Prospero, with foreboding and clairvoyance, — he has for over half a century been forecasting the world’s rough weather. He has tamed the voices of the universe that reverberate from his scores, he has made silence that can last for eternity one of the tones of his orchestra. The silence of anxiety but not serenity, the silence that equally touches the strings of an individual soul and strikes the chords of the objective reality.