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.
Love the slightly dissonant areas. Matches your description so effectively. Thank you
Gorgeous! I can see dancers spinning spinning and spinning…
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! … someone put something in my ear and now i can’t get rid of it!
Yes it was, and That HAS made all the difference.
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 ”.
“ A matter of truth” which will not be found in a British Parliment during the tumble of Brexidiot
Perfect music for the story Igor. Excellent composition. Niiiice whistling!
Wonderful fade out!
Bliss! Peace and quiet in a beautiful garden with just the bird song for company.
Wonderful piano playing. I believe in summer.
Very nice. I wanted it to keep going and going
absolutely beautiful. Complex yet flows like wine.
Another very, very beautiful composition, Igor. I always say what a wonderful touch you have but you have, you feel every note. Superb Maestro.
This “Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather” is beautiful.
My goodness, you play well.
This one is a perky, like the birds playing in the tree. (which is in full bloom, by the way, a month early)
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.
Fortunately, such a thing is not to be felt seems. You just become happier, thats all… not anymore… not anymore… who knows?
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!
~I’m moving - he moves - they moved~
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
In move up all the time,
No turn around with,
I would say: no matter where you were, I always knew that you are, and will be ok. Your voice that hovers over us, was missed here for awhile. Glad to see and listen to you, Fairy!
He, in turn, just singing all his life before. And found that the life he had was not yet full… Time for the stairway to.