A-D-O-R-E.

Beautiful...absolutely lovely.

So evocative. We who are alone see pictures when we hear things like this...swirling sounds and longing gathered into the dark wet blanket of sand...

and a wonderful reflective morning it was to

Sounds like the day after all the snow began to melt and the sun came out and it all evaporated, the mist blocking the sun...the light dancing in the chemistry of the x-snowflakes...

...and these sad snowflakes, they fall slowly and painfully. They are burdened with the knowledge that they will soon melt away***

Snowflakes...this sounds like musical snowflakes falling on piano keys...

I love autumn. You capture it perfectly.

Beautiful piano music, great sound!

tick tick tick .........

Enlightened despair...amor

November perfect! Alone in the great hall....piano notes raining down.....Красивые ноября

very beautiful and elegant my friend

What a beautiful track, Igor...

This is beautiful! w;-)

Nice "new-age"-ish piece, with echos of Chopin. Nothing yet invnted surpasses a nice grand piano.

Another Beauty Igor!

Inventive and free. Is the cat like a tree falling in a forest?

Oh my word, well played!

Thank you Igor. My question, "Why" was because I could not understand why anyone unless very cruel would think it ok to put a cat through such misery. I realise now that it was not real. Cheers Bethan

~ this bar is never empty, actually ~ there's always someone there ~ underwater bassist, for instance ~ ...or was it a vision, eh?~

~He was The Man~

...and I agree with what you said about Badfinger's Ass - very good record.

~wee tam and the big peaceful~

~still snowing, you don't beleive~

Reminds me that one: ~ People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? ~ (BS, Para...) ()

~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~ (by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang: ... Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme ... )

What's the strength, bro?

~yet another drunken escapade while listening coz I luv you~

~electricity is shining in my face~

~is it still art or not? yea, this is rap~

- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited. - Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist? - Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh... - Clear Voice: ~silencio~

~nothing is true~ Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........

~is a delicate flower~

...and gave him an idea on how to...

~easy humming something quiet, and fly up...~

~brotherhood of us~

For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.

Closely watching Reg ups and downs, worried: how is he?

Just agree with Geir.