igor,,, there is something about the soul or music from your native land,,, that has always surpassed// amazed my inner self,, that,,, hard to say,,,,,is soooooo beautiful and touching,,, once again well done friend r

Absolutely gorgeous & so moving. w;-)

Nicely done mate great playing.

Beautiful, pensive yet inquisitive. Love your stuff, sir.

I feel i know the stranger a little better now.........

Beautiful.

Wonderful music.

A higher musical consciousness. Meditative.

Magnificent performance Igor. One of your best.

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

Absolutely gorgeous! w;-)

someone once said (R. Hinelin i believe) waiting is becoming.......most beautiful friend

That was beautiful Igor.

..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?

They were watching the world go by from the living room window when suddenly one drops behind the settee shortly followed by the other....one says to be other In a whisper ........"Theres someone at the door"......"you answer it "..."no you do it "...."no."...."well look out the window then"...."it's the Avon lady "...the Avon lady pressed the door bell ....and time stopped inside the house....was she heard by the two acid heads hiding behind the settee.........there was no answer .....she walked away......as they trembled

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Nice ... is the background keyboard or an infinite (type) reverb?

...and thank you all for listening, brothers.

The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.

Wandering backwards in memory at an alarming pace to discover the forgotten to remember that you wanted to forget

That fleeting thing that has passed, and always passes. Let it remain a warm wave that comes from the back streets of memory.

to a haze, yeah.

Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀

Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.

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.

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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.

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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! Igor 03.10.2018

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