Screenplay worthy! w;-)

If the make believe cafe was in Berlin i may have heard you. I used to frequent the place quite often. Nice coffee if i recall.........

my kinda cafe.

Wow...this is how I feel right now.

Can I use the "about" as lyrics for a song this rpm????????????????? Love this quirky delight!

Witty little piece.

Atmospherique!!!

Oui, toujours l'amour! Certainment!

Breath taking... w;-)

.... like a thousand souls escaping....... now were in the mystery....somethings wicked this way comes.....it's ok its passed us.....carry on playing.......astounding

Oooh, this is some pretty! Pretty and then some!

Lovely.

Beautiful.

Beautiful! That feeling of longing for something as yet undefined

For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.

wonderful,,music after my own heart,,,,

it does capture the coldness of it all definitely. nice synthwork

thanks for checking out JD, that's a real oldie! But a personal fave I still play live everytime.

nice one!

Wow! Great track!

...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 :-)