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

~free flow~

~opening the day~

Dreamily. Singing, being intimate, should not destroy magic here. The main thing - do not overdo with it ;-)

Thank you, my friend, you're The Man. I have written some responses to your comments in the same place where my pieces are.

I hear the whisper of my youth, as it appears. Great voice, man.

My dancing slippers dancing alone, oh! but i don't smile in anyway.

She puts her little garden, Stares down How plants grow, And she never, you hear? Never looked up, There where the trees, Pat the edge of the sky.

Reminds me of Starsailor

...and Sally agreed! ;-)

I dwell in Possibility-- A fairer House than Prose-- More numerous of Windows-- Superior--for Doors-- Of Chambers as the Cedars-- Impregnable of Eye-- And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky-- Of Visitors--the fairest-- For Occupation--This-- The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise-- Emily Dickinson, "I dwell in possibility" (#657)

Well, Trevor, because he is famous for his voice! ~Rampant~

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I'm still here, I listen all day long. All the songs here. I'm starting to feel like JMT, in fact. Hmm ...

~holy, he leaves the dome, not knowing what will happen~

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

These flakes are light and funny, they whirl and sparkle***

~snowflakes~

Looks like we got ourselves into a ~situation~ ^_-

~Synthpop, Synthpop~