Like a stone foundation resting on granite rock we'll be together as long as we possibly can said the owl to the pussycat with a twinkle in his eye as he stepped into the boat .....

Wonderful!

Nice one great mix of sounds

I was hooked from the first dramatic notes.

Wow Lovely!

Lovely! And here you've got me leaving the living room to walk back to this computer to see what you've name *this* one, Igor! Just splendid! Love the transition at the end!

Beautiful dig it

Really cool sound great mix

Wow, this is really nice! Am so glad i came across this here... ^_^

wonderful arrangment..I have no idea where it's going but it comes back around.

I love your haphazard sense of melodic phrasing. I've felt this way before, sitting in front a grand piano at my old university.

nice :-)

A masterpiece from the master ...the pupil applauds .....a single handclap among many ...he hopes he has been heard Bravo!! Bravo!!

He listened while shaving ......applying the shaving cream precisley.....then taking great pleasure in razoring it off...his thoughts drifted....the sun started to break through the window and grab his attention.....a voice ....you must get to work....but it's my day off.......well what's this list of things to Do then...get your pen and start to tick the list.....and so the day started.....

Thank you guys.

Beautiful!!!

"Большо́му кораблю́ -- большо́е пла́вание." I do hope that's correct. A great ship needs deep waters.

What an interesting, intriguing arrangement of notes, executed with such taste! Moving, reaching. Expansive, revolving, tugging at the listener's equilibrium. Exciting. You have mad skills at composing, performing, and recording -- an all around great job!

I can't say why, but listening to this for me was like watching an autumn-colored leaf riding the surface of a slow and gentle brook. Relaxing, hypnotic, and even refreshing. It was a pleasant break from my tense-filled day. Beautiful and sweet.

Happy new year to you both !!

~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~