Villa Magica
House of Chants – House of Enchantment
Night Falls
all light recedes from this November night the Scheldt runs deeper the shadows fall with more than their quotidian might but looming large for those with eyes enough to see there waits a mansion, silent, cast in a glow without all color, iron gates open, though none dare enter, even burglars shun the place only the wind seems green and eager, some souls on its wings, to embrace the invitation. but tonight there is a reception at the Villa Magica…
The Receptionist
one by one visitors are welcomed to exchange the cold outside for something even colder some turn around, some hesitate already some appear to float beneath the light without the ground grow bolder only the receptionist will never find a way inside…
The Gathering
in the courtyard some of the souls the wind had carried spread their lumen awaiting the magician, distant fowls screech: below is energy, above is pulse and none here seems quite human…
The Storm
the wind blows fast, dawn fast asleep, no eye can hold to one direction, or face the only source of light, within each guest there is the question where storm is worse: out in the night or some weird place within their hearts, where levitation will begin…
The Empty Courtyard
no soul but in the pictures of passed magicians, once filled with life the house, now they speak from their brick walls to those who dare to listen
The Ancestors
united by the idea of the holy, the Vedic, the mantra repetition, the emptiness that levitates only the fire remnant of something forgotten…
The Silence
beneath you nothing within you nothing above you nothing only the silence echoing through your mind
Three Generations
of magicians fill this space with their gaze while your visit will only be temporary
In Here No Sun, No Moon, No Star
only memories reverberating sound lessly of the walls and your third eye
One Shadow
light’s echo and gift to the dark like the morning promised by the sound of the lark and miles to go before you sleep and miles to go before you sleep
Contemplation
if you look long enough image will become deed mirage miracle paint pain and your mind the edge of the sword on which to hone your thinking
Intimacy
(come closer)
Return To Darkness finally the gates have closed the last soul entered – encounter De Gentleman Magicus!
The Chinese Linking Rings here is the true ring of fire here is the illusion of eternity here is the test of your desire to see, to really see…
The Goldston Aga Illusion in the beginning was the word hovering in the air…
The Burlesque Comedy Levitation nothing underneath as gravity bemoans the deprivation of her spoils
The Unexplained Animated Levitation come ye gathered and participate, ye incredulous Thomae, and experience the unexplained missing of weight
The Yogano Suitcase
of an enthralled and enthralling creature confessing to having again and again ascended to his house to rise and ascend into the pure dream of air
The Final Levitation
this is the last nocturnal act of levitation the fires dim the flames sing night flees into the airs on the wings of the magician
The Visitor From Behind The Ocean
gazed into the incredible spectaculum of the celestial aperture and decided to follow the magician leaving the Villa Magica with its last souls slowly disappearing into the last of night
