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 !!

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.