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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

~Are You Sequenced? - Yes, I'm~

~rock steady~

~I remember then being different, when I could fly, when I could dream~

~Gandalf appears on highlands~

Elegiac emotion - outward!

~He turned pale... and threw himself at her feet~ ~And the veil of Russian snow slowly began to cover them both...~ ~~~ ~Snow blizzard pounced in a rush, and as quickly disappears~ ~As your sound thru the night~

I think you need to continue such soul searches - you're successful, Master Kirk. Longer was even better ...

~wave of mess into something like music~you're succeded~

You know, I always thought that he leads them into experience the true reality - the one that actually is. If it is ... Hmm... My impression from that "zone" lighter than yours. Well, I will answer thee, with my play.

~~~ Ueber allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh’, In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch. ~~~

~We may never know exactly how they played music~ Now, through the veil of romantic, I hear~ Is it? ...

Sie war es, Deutschland. Hallo liebe Freunde! Hey, machen laut!

Pattern in time and history that I had previously seen - the fight with itself in isolation. Oh ..! I'm gonna crazy down...

~ Hello, muchacha No, no, me muchacho you muchacha You know like me Tarzan, you Jane Me muchacho, you muchacha Oh, you muchacho, me muchaca Wow, too much of a woman Mucha, muchacha ~

Then it was the orchestra of 200 musicians. Now it is a pairs bubbling up in the phase. Noise, ordered..?

The joy and the freedom of playing piano - that's it! Waves.

~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~ P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.

Found no Eno here- good sign :-) Ja! - found your/Lena Sleepless in Dresden, good.

~Post-classical pastoral as impressionism in painting, but on a matte paper~What I forgot?~I can't remember that...~

Piano Poetry - it's what I do, too, in private or in public with a grand piano. Thank you for sharing it here, Elena.