Charles Baudelaire once wrote: "Many a jewel sleeps buried in shadow and oblivion, far from the miner's pickaxe and drill; many a flower reluctantly pours forth it's sweet perfume like a secret in the depths of solitude". Those words of the French poet seem to fit perfectly Eugeniusz Morawski. This album would have never happened without a truly infectious and, at the same time, inspiring enthusiasm of Monika Wolinska. It opens the first - and hopefully the possibly shortest - act of bringing the preserved compositional oeuvre of Morawski to light from a deep mist of the 20th-century history. Will consecutive acts follow? The present album gathers all currently extant symphonic poems of Eugeniusz Morawski. - Marcin Gmys.