very excellent work! Thank you for sharing!

Just beautiful as always

Merry Christmas be sure to go to bed early

Simply gorgeous! Thank you! Wishing a warm and lovely Christmas to you and yours.

So that’s who wrote the letter I didn’t receive I sent a telegram but forgot to write the message

Beautifully played expected like the rising sun

Unless of course your life is out of control and the path spirals ending the center of the island after circling for the same answer again and again and never finding it

I agree with the hauntingly beautiful …….you must be a ghost

Beautiful piece. A melancholy feeling.

Nicely done. Lots of emotion in your playing.

Just fabulous - stunning!

hauntingly beautiful... what a poignant and terribly sad concept you pose in the description...

Wow. Delightful. Conjures many images in my head.

To some snow cements that winter is here to stay To others a sign spring is on its way

Very nice!  You kept that opening chord progression peppered throughout. Well crafted and dreamy!

Beautiful

indeed beautiful!

I could listen to this gorgeous music all day

beautiful

Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀

...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 :-)