well played,, nice to hear your musical thoughts,,

very interesting,, i like it,, kind reminds me of something from long long ago, a different time

Wow! Am really digging this Vangelis-on-Yamaha-CS80 kind of sound! I love it when your music has that carnival-like atmosphere, Igor. You do that really well. :)

WoW! Like playing chainsaws. Transforms into a dream. Music from Transylvania.

Wow.... Melancholy wonderful and then skippingly hopeful. Love this.

Reminds me of music that lightening bugs would dance to. Cool vibes

Thank you for another great listening experience, Igor. :) I like that mature sense of "resolute longing" that i hear in some of your tracks. (Not that i don't like the others as well! ;-)

Sitting alone the bottle empty .... The glass not even half empty ... He hit record on the player and listen to the loneliness and suddenly felt cold

Like it cool

This one is really something! Thank you for sharing it, Igor. :)

Really enjoying the circus-like atmosphere! ^_^

Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........

Perfect... Lovely... Full of emotions. Thank you

Wow!!! I love this!!! Amazing

Really dig this Igor excellent track

Title had me intrigued, and then i was hooked right from the first few glassy, dulcet tones. The ending was interesting, too! :)

Mesmerizing piece Igor, and performed beatifully!

Very nice! Thank you for sharing it with us, igor. Really enjoying it! ^_^

Wonderful

Superb!! ....

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 :-)