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 👀

~All things will pass, yeah...~

~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.

~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)

Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)

Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)

~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~

~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~

~guitarra real~

~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made ​​his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~

You're The Man, Trev.

I listening to it. I flying away.

Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"

He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.

Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.

...and thank you all for listening, brothers.

The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.