He came like a wind. What does a wind care about prohibition. He kissed your cheek, he kissed all the blood to your skin. This is the first stanza in a poem by Hjalmar Gullberg. I think it fits well as an introduction to this painting, it is really about some friends I had a long time ago when I went to my first preparatory art education. At that school, there was also a program that dealt with music in various forms. Many of the students, at least I thought, were very nice musicians and it is really them that this picture is about.