It's like trance music trying to be something more, or variations without a theme. It has something to say in its own right, but you have to listen for a while. The works for different flutes with or without gongs or oboe, or for solo piano, each constantly returning to a single note, all hold and fit together somehow. Some of it sounds like japanese bamboo flute. The last poorly recorded piece, with flute and the composer at the piano, forms a kind of sad coda, like an unfinished Bach fugue. I was reminded of another album where, at the end, someone walks out of the studio and closes the door.