From the opening of "Na koncu drogi", the distant sounding soft bells carried a feel of anticipation. Moving slowly and slowly moving, the keyboard's flow from the player's firm and often feather-like touch carried its phases at a superbly placed level. Warmth oozed from the keys as they ran forward and backward across fields of melody. The background drone of string melted into the melodic warmth and what was heard was again, moving slowly and slowly moving.