Whatever happens - go ahead, to keep up with _________ (insert here). For the life itself it does not matter - you go or not. ~Hyperion Cantos~

Lions and Tigers and Bears. Are dancing, right within the Void (by way of Martin Silenus, The Poet) ~For Svetlana, my only love~ Note: The music presented here is composed and handcrafted without use of additional devices/midi, mostly on…

~...and it happens this way: You remember what it once was, well... the feelings and all that~ P.S. Birds recorded in Anadyr that is on the edge of the earth, the white night.

Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer

~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...

~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...

~Au Bordel~ Lived in, played there all sorts of things. Salon. Tango.

~The lightest slumber envelop me and I fall asleep, calm and in peace. Just for a moment of truth~

~Bless the Beasts & Children~ Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…

~dreamt about a dream~