Yekta Hakan Polat Su Misali May 2026
To listen is to let yourself be carried away, drifting on a tide of velvet sound that proves some stories are too deep for words—they can only be told through the wind.
The world falls silent as the first note exhales—not from a throat, but from the very soul of a darkened reed. Under the touch of , the clarinet does not just play; it weeps, it wanders, and it flows. Yekta Hakan Polat Su Misali
Like water— Su Misali — the melody carves its own path through the landscape of memory. It is a sound that feels both ancient and immediate, a liquid sorrow that fills the hollow spaces of the heart. Every trill is a ripple on a moonlit lake; every long, sustained note is a deep current pulling the listener toward a shore they thought they had forgotten. To listen is to let yourself be carried
There is a haunting patience in the phrasing. It doesn't rush to reach the end of the song because water never truly ends—it only changes form. As the woodwind breathes, you can almost feel the cool mist of a distant Anatolian night, where the only language spoken is the one between the musician’s breath and the wooden instrument’s wood. Like water— Su Misali — the melody carves
