Dutch miracle

Silence, on the air of Rick van der Linden

A wonderful boy

Sitting behind the keys from the age of seven

A graduate of two conservatory

Knowing them quiet corridors and serious classes

Rushing from there to rock as in life

Where are guitars, drums, black glasses, concerts in shabby walls, girls

Who composed music every minute

Rock, jazz, burlesque, ballet, up and down

Waving hippy beads, bracelets, spotted pants, T -shirts in spots of scattering galaxies

Burning red, dragged into red, shining with stars, breathing in the sky

Incredibly accurate, uniquely beautiful

He is playing for you now.