" 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!

~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~