" A matter of truth" which will not be found in a British Parliment during the tumble of Brexidiot

Very nice. I wanted it to keep going and going

absolutely beautiful. Complex yet flows like wine.

This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.

beautiful

<3

I'll light my pipe and sit back and enjoy this condor moment......

the piano player plays and the notes begin to fly

Happy Birthday B as the sun introduces the frost to the grass

very nice

Oh lgor, my dear friend. Thank you, this is very lovely. Bee x

great stuff

Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments. -- What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?

Sunday Why does in rain on a sunday why is not sunny every sunday Why does the day not act according to its name why oh why does it have to rain I had plans

Really enjoying this one (now on my third listen)! Thank you kindly for sharing it with us, Igor. :)

Thank you for posting yet another great one, Igor. Always a pleasure listening to these! ^_^

A time for sadness.... what delight..... silent snow dancing it's song to the coming night...

Sitting here in the warm by the fire peering out of the window into the coming night. Seeing the frost sparkle on the decking. I feel a little smug knowing I can stay here in my comfortable chair till morning if I'd like, listening to this wonderful soundscape..... I thank you sir

indeed, i think of snow... i almost hear this as a sound track for a movie, i visualize something in the alps or perhaps the white mountains,, yes quite lovely indeed

Lovely!

El sol azul está por encima, aquí, en el espacio que se llama eterna. El sol azul está por debajo. ~ The blue sun is above, here, In the space That is called timeless. The blue sun is below ~

...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about the state of occurrence of these thoughts (or whatever you call them). ~and just letting it flow~

...what you're doing among all these ... musicians? You, as well as they, are trying to make the world better, and you, as as well as they, are directed to the single point at which parallel lines will converge, finally. I suppose. ~ Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Novices lean on each other in yearning Under the leaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun ~

~Into the quiet happy miserable song. Another sherry, please~

what he's seen and done has devastated him he’s coming down from way up high he’s back from the war singing home, sweet home yes!

The point at infinity sought by the lines of our lives: a point that is unattainable here, in our reality. Or..?

Night, rain. The crime scene. He did not come back.

Updated to "as Bethan said" :-)

Here is the rare chance to listen to JMT who thinking about ~Happiness~

Come here to listen to what The Man said!

~Music to Watch Snowmans By~

Updated, becomes more like a concert. Thank you all.

~ as they fall for a last time, as they wait, for a time, to fall in love again, in the next life. ~ Here, a play on words: "fall [down]" and "fall [in love]", and it's not casual :-)

~Walk a lifetime~

Believe it or not, it may happen But maybe not - as lucky. The foundation of the creation process - combustion, Like dew glows in the rays Of the rising sun ~

from Graceland on pink cadillac, I run.

Remote echo of the stones, rolling; tide, from under the water...

~SleepIng Beauty~

I am alone, I am alone. No one comes to me, I froze. But I do not give up, I know: I came here alone, and I'll leave from here alone. ...and: only if alone I'm destined to reach my peak. Who am I?

Syncopation and escapades: you win! I give up :-)