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Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care? --- I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
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Andrew Russe said

I'd forgotten what it was like listening to your pieces. Magical.

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There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
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Andrew Russe said

Wow

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Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care? --- I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
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thetworegs said

I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life

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Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world. --- A Late Walk Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
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thetworegs said

Robert has a way with his words, as Igor does with the keys on the piano. Wonderful!

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Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care? --- I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
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Bethan Mathis said

Essence of outer space. The birds / larks? singing throughout give it the earthly touch.

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Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world. --- A Late Walk Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
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Bethan Mathis said

Oh, Igor beautiful playing on a still and peaceful Sunday morning.

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Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world. --- A Late Walk Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
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markus4lonetone said

Very beautiful, and the poem is beautiful as well and they fit together niecely.

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Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world. --- A Late Walk Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
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Sister Savage said

Utterly stunning..! Beauty and art won't save the world but they'll make it a better place while we destroy it.

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We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. --- Robert Frost
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Sister Savage said

Absolutely gorgeous..! Brilliantly paired with the words from Frost.

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We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. --- Robert Frost
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Bethan Mathis said

Such a pretty melody played flawlessly. This is gorgeous Igor . captivating water and bird song too.

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There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
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Bethan Mathis said

WOW! Starts of most sedately and builds to a finger flying frenzy. Absolutely wonderful Igor. Our snow came unexpectedly this morning but has left us now.

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Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing? To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano. For Tess.
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Bethan Mathis said

Glorious!

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Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing? To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano. For Tess.
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Sister Savage said

*feeling blessed*

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Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing? To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano. For Tess.
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Sister Savage said

Thank you so much X

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Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
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Sister Savage said

Stunning...read on!

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Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
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Bethan Mathis said

Empty pages waiting to be filled with more glorious unwritten music. Superb Maestro.

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Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
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montgomeru said

Very nice! 👍🏻

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We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
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Colleen Dillon said

Magnificent! I could have this on repeat all day long.

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Reading a book From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
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Colleen Dillon said

Like watching nature’s beauty unfold during an autumn sunrise. This is amazing.

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We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
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Sister Savage said

I've been studying piano for three years now. Here is why.

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