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
Robert has a way with his words, as Igor does with the keys on the piano.
Essence of outer space. The birds / larks? singing throughout give it the earthly touch.
Oh, Igor beautiful playing on a still and peaceful Sunday morning.
Very beautiful, and the poem is beautiful as well and they fit together niecely.
Utterly stunning..! Beauty and art won't save the world but they'll make it a better place while we destroy it.
Absolutely gorgeous..! Brilliantly paired with the words from Frost.
Such a pretty melody played flawlessly. This is gorgeous Igor .
captivating water and bird song too.
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.
Thank you so much X
Empty pages waiting to be filled with more glorious unwritten music. Superb Maestro.
Very nice! 👍🏻
Magnificent! I could have this on repeat all day long.
Like watching nature’s beauty unfold during an autumn sunrise. This is amazing.
I've been studying piano for three years now. Here is why.
There is a tiny bit of fear it might not happen.
But it will!
The gentle build here all the way to excitement is so beautifully interpreted. Your music has a happy ending. Wonderful playing Igor.
What a tale they could tell. They see all for generations. I think the trees would say, we make things too complicated. Your music is extraordinary.
Heavenly sounds descend from nowhere and disappear into nowhere. The voice of the poet’s soul.
--Thanks for Respighi, man.
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Oh, for a year now they all turn green of this song. Me too :))
But look, no lump - you're sing the words right! 🙃
Well, you sparkle like a diamond as always, Tessa!
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Hier kommt die Katze!
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know.
P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Fortunately, such a thing is not to be felt seems. You just become happier, thats all... not anymore... not anymore... who knows?
This "Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.
The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right?
All the best to you, Kirk!
Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments.
What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?
Die to wake up to be a fool! ...that's what I am loving.
In the distance, the heavy step of the stone guest is heard. Everyone froze and wait...
and diverge somewhere out,
to get back,
to run again and again,
around and around