Igor ... You have the touch.

In the end, does this mean that when we are listening to and commenting on the tracks, thereby affect them, to the authors, and even to ourselves? That's what I tried to say here, probably :-)

Why Schrodinger and his cat is here? Generally it is a thought experiment in quantum physics, the cat is taken here as an example (Erwin Schrodinger was fond of cats). The point here is that: the observer (not a person but rather the instrument) affects the experiment, even if he/she "just" watching it. Well, where does the music, you ask. I will answer this way: a person has more than one language for two-way communication and understanding of the outside world: dance, taste, smell, music, mathematics, poetry / speech. And using them, the person goes to, and affects the outside world, even if he thinks that it is not. No one can be impartial observer. That's the question: what about our inner world? And in general there is it? As for this song: it will be updated soon, with chorale and radio transmissions, in two parts, as excerpts from the local long lenght album.

But why? Anyway, an atmospheric piece, well composed and performed Igor.

Ahh! A lovely time of year and this sounds just like it. The leaves are peaking right now in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Wonderful piece of work!

Such great movement in the piece--the theme of detaching and losing oneself.

That is so lovely Igor.

In harmony with the story, perfect.

Very melancholy but tender.

The Dark Riders are near. Wish this were 10 times longer!

Just gorgeous!

Hauntingly...stellar. Beautifully recorded.

This is absolutely beautiful! w;-)

superb fingerings and ambience

really nice, light touch and phrasing,,, graceful

nicely done

Igor ... You have the touch!

such a sad sad Thursday.........lunchtimes over......back to work we go sad sullen but strangely uplifted.....

another listen for sad sad Thursday before the snow comes and everything becomes joyful for Christmas.......

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...

Short lines, converge 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, We live, we move. --- ...oder? (deutsch:)

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.

Thank you guys.

I believe after years experts will talk about this like: "You know, it reminds me of, uh ... Trevor... Yes, it was Trevor!" And they, who knows will smile with meaningful glances at each other - "Yes", they will say, "WE KNEW". -- I like it.

Just in case or not, I create the excitement of air that acts On me, on them.

Superb

Thank you, Gary. This is a Saturday Special.

The second day with Gene's music. The flight is OK, all the systems are working in normal mode, psychedelic.

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That music What appear for a moment, then disparaître As those delightful waltzes What echoed out From nowhere --- Thank You, Trev

Perfect case of hitting the target! --- ~like a rainbow~

… and ride under the endless sky full of peppermint.

...go array - That's it!

Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ Yeah...

Let's step higher, Were larks are. Let's up To the sky, Where the light is, Where blues is. ~Saga continues while we're here~

Oh, it's a good route! Looking forward to listen Geneva, Florence, yeah... You a lucky couple, that's it.