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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

...in a direction; I too... (~_~)

~Late return of the Prodigal Son~

~Darkness Can Dance~

~lights are extinguished, one by one~

This idea is eternal, my friend. This is - the hope; this is - the bright path. Even after 28 years, even after ...

Dance, to the movement of the stars Sing till the walls around us ring Pray that it never fades away Until we sleep ... Now go to sleep Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all /Gilmour/ ~before we slept~

~Donec Somnus~ ... Dance, to the movement of the stars Sing till the walls around us ring Pray that it never fades away Until we sleep ... Now go to sleep Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all /Gilmour/ ~before we slept~

Step by step we move, word by word we talk. Climbing ..? Descent ..? All will be there ...

~The light streaming through the branches of an old tree, and goes down the path. Whether to go? ~

The spirit of jazz, as a phantom of the opera before, is walking down a deserted nighttime streets. And sings. He sings to himself, about himself.....

1st voice: - And what if he finds the answer to this question, which he calls the great? 2nd voice: - ...doubt... 3rd voice, from afar: - He don't. Asked wrong. Rather just in the bath...

That darkness, that is called "the light", inner as well. ~mirando desde el lado inverso~

~de los desaparecidos, que era y que nunca fue~

@matt Poetry, Yeah. This is often the case. My comment: I'm just showing how the tragedy and heroism of some people is suddenly not so that there is, and even ... vice versa, sometimes. "I am a mirror," as sung by Leo Sayer in one of the Alan Parsons Project song. Although ... Okay, a distraction. ~Every face is someone else~

~C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre~ In fact, russians thought that the British cavalry were drunk (and think so still), which slightly improved the reputation of the British cavalry for the rest of the war.

~ Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd ~

At heart it's a Tibetan, lost in mantras, is not seeking to escape because he did not need it anymore. He is in himself, completed. ~The Long Now~

I confess I did not understand what it mean, but it's not important, right? Fun, crackers, and balloon ... Class! I'm in.

To fly you have to be easier, Commander Reg, or so and stay down until we all, as one, will take off. Whew! Or...

we enjoy as much as you did when doing it, Rocker :-)