" 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!

~from moments to moments~

~thin tunes out of only twelve notes...~

~ Only you can make this world seem simple Only you can make the darkness darker In order to better see ~

What remains, what will be - don't write down but to remember, but to sing. Live with them and with them go...

~briefly and clearly~

~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~ P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how. P.P.S. Cleopatra...

~and everything under the sun is in tune~ (Waters)

~The sound is before the word, and music prior to language~ (R.H., The Poet)

Bienvenidos, mi querido maestro Kirk :-)

~...wears a hat. And also sings well, incidentally~

~From tragedy to comedy is just one step, and sometimes not. Oddity~

To Richard (with thanks for listening btw): ...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes. ...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~

~Light music for meditation before, during and after the meal~

Miniatures, usually is the quintessence of momentary mood and / or impulse of the soul. This one is ...

~Thou don't feel anything, don't feel, don't ... And then thou wake up - and ...!~

Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.

~on the day Reg was born, Elvis was out catching an enormous uncatchable fish, using his wedding ring as bait~

~Fifteen men on a dead man's chest~

~The Steadfast Tin Soldier~ Wonderful tiny piano piece.

---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---