The title of this song tells you a lot about what Marius Le Fou, the man behind Little Meister’s, is trying to achieve through music. The title alone poses an interesting question. Can music write a poem? Does it have the language to express such descriptions and understanding as the written word? I would not only say yes it does, but also go as far as to say that perhaps music is even better equipped to communicate in such ways.
If it is the constraint of words that restricts a poem’s ability to fully guide the listener, offering something that can only describe physical ideas for them to try to process, it is delicate piano lines, the space and the emotive sounds that hang so gracefully in the air, that express such images and ideas much better.
And so it is here. If the written word can describe to you of the beauty and true nature of the butterfly in question. It is the chiming and sparing notes, the elegant musical lines, the eloquence of the expression and the airy and spaciousness that hang around these more solid musical forms that actually bring it to life. They allow it to dance and flutter around you, giving it liberty and freedom conjured and created by the simple act of making music.
But as always, I am oversimplifying what Little Meister’s does here. The music might seem simple, delicate, and sparing, and indeed it is. Still, it is the choice of the right notes, the use of the perfect expression, of knowing when to let space provide the air beneath the musical creation and when to help it along its way with another perfectly positioned sound that is the fundamental skill here.
You could argue that it doesn’t take much to make music, a few chords, and the ability to string a few notes together; sadly, that is the way of the modern world. But to bring an imagined world into being, to breathe life into a thing that didn’t exist before you began playing, if there were such a thing as magic in the world, surely this is it.