Perhaps indeed, reality is a child which cannot survive without its nurse, illusion. (A. S. Eddington)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold \ When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang \ Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, \ Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

(W. Shakespeare)

Vivaldi and the Kreative Ensemble at the Silence in the Alp (2007.08.10)

A. Montanari and her piano at the Silence in the Alp (2006.07.30)

Full many a glorious morning have I seen \ Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, \ Kissing with golden face the meadows green, \ Gilding pale steams with heavenly alchymy, \ Anon permit the clouds to ride \ With ugly rack on his celestial face.... (W. Shakespeare)

A Sphinx ecstatic carved by time on the tops of solitary Refuge Prince, in the "Rose Garden" follows the step beyond the poetic Alp.