Started to compose at the age of 5... The nature gives me images, ideas and scores... just listening to the autumn rain's song or the wind whirling over the roof top... Have you seen the dance of snowflakes over the frozen barren moor, so few of us bathe their imagination in the oceans of fantasy and so many of us think stubbornly that the stars have been invented by astronomers and there is no romance in the misty morning...And the miracle unfolds as soon as you get tuned to the voice of your heart, the sleepy Muse is calling you and you forget the senseless lore of what-is-what, just closing your eyes and falling down to the debth of forgotten centuries, drinking the honey sweet dew drops from newly born chords and exotic sound chains...