Music For Withered Leaves And Lonely Fishtanks
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
Sit down. Stop thinking for a while. That thought? Let it go. Let it all go. …
I took some time off for a little staycation and traveled around the UK visiting cities …
“… dust and ash role in, filling the streets of the former city with the memory of distant fires…”
“… modern immediacy is alluring but music should be given the time it deserves…”
“… low, raspy textures, deep melancholy sighs, and soft fluttering sails of cello…”
“… wide open spaces are filled with elegiac strings and reverberating electronic percussion…”
Another sunset without you. How precious were those little moments… how futile are these tardy words. …
Sit down. Stop thinking for a while. That thought? Let it go. Let it all go. …