Music is everywhere. In a breath of wind, in the patter of rain on a windowsill, in the rhythm of architectural forms, in a flight of birds, in conversations on the tube, in the rumble of wagon wheels, in the rattling of machines, in the cries of crowds, in the words read. I listen and I search. All the time. I observe, I note, I record, I try to memorise. It is my way of recharging. [Elżbieta Sikora]