Oriented on making people closer

Sometimes one melody can tell more than a whole book. You hear it by chance - on the radio, on an old recording, at a concert - and suddenly something inside contracts, as if the soul remembered something that was long forgotten.

At such moments, you understand: real music does not just sound - it lives.

In our time, when technology is rapidly changing the world, more and more people are starting to write music. Modern programs allow you to compose melodies using computers, synthesizers, digital libraries. By pressing buttons, they build complex compositions in which each part sounds as if it were performed by a live orchestra. Subtly imitate timbres, building real sound landscapes.

And so, a person who has mastered the program and learned to press the right button in time proudly calls himself a composer.

But is that the point?

Writing music does not mean being a composer.

Real music is born not from algorithms, but from within. It cannot simply be "assembled." It must be lived. One does not become a composer overnight — one is born one. He lives in his music, as in breathing. He bears it like a child. He rejoices, suffers, worries with every note.

For him, music is not a craft. It is a path. It is the life of the soul.

Being next to the author, I first heard the piece “Sounds of the Dutar”, written for piano. I often remember one of the most amazing composers - Nury Khalmamedov. I was lucky to be not only acquainted with him, but also to communicate warmly. His name has long been a symbol of the musical soul of Turkmenistan. A modest, deeply feeling person, he never sought fame - but each of his works was imbued with love for his native land, its landscapes, legends and voices.

Once, during our meeting, I asked:

— Nury, where does music come from? You just sit silently ... and then - bam, and a whole melody is born?

He smiled:

— Music does not come from the head. It comes from the memory of the soul.

From the smell of saxaul, the aroma of camel thorn flowers, from the cry of birds at sunset, from voices that are no longer there...

Music is a reflection of what lives in us.

In his small but surprisingly warm piece for piano, “Sounds of the Dutar,” Nury put everything he felt for his native land.

Dutar is not just an instrument. Its name comes from the Persian “du” — two and “tar” — string. This instrument has accompanied the peoples of Central Asia for over a thousand years. Its sound — soft, a little sad — is capable of conveying delight, sadness, prayer.

In the hands of a master, dutar becomes the voice of the desert.

When I first heard this piece, it seemed to me that the sounds of the dutar were growing right out of the sand. They flowed softly, smoothly, as if the wind were rolling the golden dunes of the Karakum.

In the distance, the clatter of horses could be heard - horsemen were racing, and this ancient rhythm was woven into the music.

Then everything froze. The snow-white mountains reflected the sunlight, the dunes dissolved into infinity, a quiet mountain stream babbled...

And in this silence, something great was suddenly revealed: pride, tenderness, eternity.

You could hear the breath of the hills, the majestic slopes of the Kopetdag, the endless distances and the light of your native land.

Today, many people write music.

But few create it.

The music of Nury Khalmamedov is not a digital constructor. There is no chance in it - there is memory in it. It does not live in notes - it lives in the heart.

And everyone who hears it involuntarily becomes closer to the land about which it sings.

The piece “Sounds of the Dutar” sounds not just like a piece of music — it has a soul. Every note, every accent seems to be carved from the composer’s heart. The keys play a special role — sometimes they sound light and airy, like the breath of the native land, sometimes they suddenly collapse in a swift gust, like a dry wind over the desert and cotton fields.

The spirit of the people is heard in the rhythms and melody — alive, pulsating, indomitable. This is not just music — it is the beating of the heart of the earth, its voice, its pain and joy. The national rhythm permeates the entire piece: in the dancing intonations — echoes of holidays and ancient rituals, in the sad tints — longing for the lost, but eternally living.

A whole world comes to life in the black and white piano keys. With simple means - but with great power - the composer conveys everything that the people feel, their memory, their pride and steadfastness.

... Years have passed. Khalmamedov is no longer with us. But his music sounds. And will sound.

Sometimes at night, when there is complete silence outside, I turn on "Sounds of the Dutar" and just listen.

Not as a musician, but as a person in whose heart memory lives - he always hears how silence sings.

And today I am proud that the title of a short play "Sounds of Dutar" has become a symbol of the international festival dedicated to the memory of the great composer Nury Khalmamedov.

Ben Isakov, director, composer, People's Artist of Turkmenistan

Photo: Organizing Committee of the festival "Sounds of Dutar"