He didn't think to look back. Incidentally, he can not - he's a wolf. Only forward, without fear and unnecessary doubts! Where is the light..?

The empty room that echoes with the thoughts of sound.......love it....but don't look back........no....I said don't look back.....not even a peek

Beautiful, ethereal...!

Well it totally pulled me in. Glorious playing Igor! Hmm, another fascinating "about" I see.

What adorable music!!

Superbly witty!

Bubbly little number - enchanted my daughters. :)

Pretty little understated tune because I used a very old very and dusted and aged instrument; whistles - it's a bird, bird... :-)

Pretty little understated tune here, oh, and who can whistle then?

Fantastic.......Bravo

.....a question from public: "And what about love?" (updated)

a smile yes,, a fond memory for a place i have never been,, really nice

Love the pace of this, a nice slow walk....back to the car with a nice clean shovel...in mornings first light.....the birds are singing and the carnival of summer begins....with a mysterious bass line.....and the long lost art of the whistle....excellent

A smile is the best reward, thank you Kirk :-)

Can't help but smile at this one!

enjoying the scenery of this nice leisurely stroll.

i would be hard pressed to think of a better way to spend any 9 minutes than by listening to your wonderful playing here,, ( and yes i mean that for all things considered!) this is a really beautiful/artistic set of musical notes,, it's amazing how with just 12 different notes (over several octaves, to be sure) and a magical use of timing you can create such a full rich picture... both lovely and brilliant R

Love this as it grows and brings a smile. Love the carnival feel of the instrumentation and arrangement.

Don't be afraid of the dark...great playing and variations!

STILL EXCELLENT!!!!!!!

...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 :-)