The Japanese composer Keiko Harada “is a rarity among modern composers inasmuch as she accepts the great ‘mystery’, the movement of her own soul, as the wellspring of her creativity. It seems as if her ear can discern the sound in which a leaf lives, the sound that a drop of water sends out to the universe. A mysterious power is at work here, a power that listens and imagines, builds impressions into solid forms, works them into musical notation, and gets musicians to perform scores they swore could never be performed.” (Ayumu Yasutomi)
