"Intet nytt under solen", Bach er og har vært inspirasjonskilde for svært mange skapende mennesker - uavhengig av kunstform og sjanger. Albert Schweitzer mente alt fører til Bach, i forståelsen at Bach var et vendepunkt som alt pekte frem mot før, og alt i ettertid pekte tilbake til. 

Letters to Bach

"Letters to Bach" is a clever, original and beautiful musical project created by Noa and Gil Dor, .
In "Letters to Bach", Noa and Gil Dor perform 12 short instrumental pieces by Bach that Noa has written lyrics to and performs with incredible agility and brilliance, supported only by Gil's guitar.
Noa and Gil have already "wowed" audiences around the world with these "McGuiver" performances of complicated Bach pieces that were not written for voice and rarely ever performed vocally. The synergy between Noa and Gil is mesmerizing, the lyrics full of humor, depth, romance, technology, political and social statements and plain fun.

Look at Me

Lyrics: Noa
Music: largo form concert no 5 for piano in f minor, by Johann Sebastian Bach

Look at me, across the border

Beyond the wall,

Look at me, the way you would observe yourself in life's broken mirror

No, I refuse to bow,

To those who say

The world is changing now,

And as it changes there's no way,

To see the other like a child lost in the loneliest night,

Those who'd sentence us to fear, and fight....

Here, is a woman in labour,

Her child will soon be born but who knows if he'll find favor in the eyes of those who rule and Rampage, who dominate the earth and skies..with words of hate they close the gates of hope....

Come, we cannot let them blind us,

For every woman in this world knows what it's like when they cripple and bind us,

Forever searching and waiting and anticipating

We ask ourselves when,

We ask again and again, when will we finally find freedom?

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Look, there is a crack and it's growing,

There is a light and it's glowing ,

Through the sorrow, beyond the tears, beyond tomorrow,

There must be something more that we can do,

I can see you , your beauty shows, beyond your weakness and pain , it glows...

The morning is near, now,

As the stars disappear,

We'll shatter this wall, we'll watch it fall,

Together sister we can.....

Come, give me your hand...

Dear Johann Sebastian Bach,
300 years have passed since you wrote that amazing music that came out of you...or shall I say, burst out of you in an explosion of dazzling beauty , profound mystery, grace and glory, condensed humanity....
300 years...and still, that music thrills us. It humbles us , ennobles us, cradles us in its arms. It breaks our hearts and re-builds them, drains our spirits and quenches them, makes us believe in God....or in the God of Music...or in something greater than us, whatever it may be...uniting us all in one, magnificent, fragile human song.
Ahhhh.. Johann....What a wonder you are!