An Empty Stage

Ah, life is a production, with players changing constantly. I get this feeling when visiting old houses or ruins. And sometimes I look around my home and picture how it will look in 100 years when I'm dead, and the place has passed in to someone else's hands. Someone else who cares nothing for me, or how the house looked or felt when it was mine. Anyway. Beautiful piece.

~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~ P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.

amazing exactly what I would picture to be played on an empty stage! elegent in the eeeriest way