Nice, my friend!

I'm a grateful listener! Thank you!

Thank you Kirk. Merry Christmas!

Such beauty!

Sensing a new movie title..

Wow! Very nice! A hint of mystery

very cool,, what's the name of the folk tale? id like to look it up,,, well done

exquisite.

Wonderful.

Nice experimental spaces here!

Some beautifully felt sounds there, Igor! Thanks.

This is some powerful stuff, Igor. Moving, and played with lots of passion. The passion is what communicates the most.

Oh yes, well played. Such a beautiful, varied and emotive piece. Happy Christmas Igor.

wonderful soul,,,,,a lovely piece with many beautiful moments,,,,,,id love to hear this live,, perhaps in a windowed room looking out over the frozen countryside of your homeland

Nice Igor very nice. You play a great piano mate. This is very beautiful.

Thank you friends.

Beautiful!

Good one.

interesting,,, the music seems to move in and out,,, i have a sense of......of time flowing by,,,my not understanding it all,, just being there,, and yes people do seem to disappear,, as does much of what once was,, fine piece

Beautiful Igor liked this very much mate.

This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!

~magnetique stripe; a quietus as final cut~

The revolutionary spirit of Texas. Miraculously survived.

what a clarinet! ~Vandoren~

~light and shadow of that will never come back~

~otra tarde, una más de las ásperas soleadas tardes en continuo~

By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-) ...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.

...waiting for a a peaceful beast. ~ La bestia en la puerta~

Here's how I would like to play. Thank you Roberto.

I remember Slade. Ambrose Slade. You?

~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~ Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really. P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...

~fluke-chains, adrift out of nowhere to nowhere~

Enjoyed how it's happily ends on 'A maj' :-) And how it was, from beginning to the end. ~Song of hope~

Weep for those who were not, for those who left us and those who are just arriving. ~This time Superfrog will not save~

To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.

~passages and chants of the innocent forest people~

Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never. ~was a Kansas City based Celtic~

.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?" And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way." Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?" Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..." And then they left together, towards the night. P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.

~Didn't lose the one who realizes a loss~

...and they said: "Never trust a man named Abdul Aziz, a friend. Especially if he is al-Hakim". But he didn't listen.