This was intended to be a short piece on love. As I played and added more instrumentation and deepened the lower end the more fun it became; it grew as I found myself singing whatever that may be from my throat and lungs along with the harp, grand piano, strings and cello.
I hope it is good. I hope you all enjoy it. Just let it play. Just let the sandalwood incense burn and find your way to where the waves seem to boil and rise and carry you home wherever that may be. For me it is a scene in the shape of body love; of sex, of steam, of the sweetness in her breath.
Cloudscapes Across the Hills Below Trey Mountain
what is it we see when a hilltop is mounted, when we hike or climb, we sit and meditate upon the glory of this land, to cease for a while and look upon one another, upon the land and sky,we breath and there is love, if only there is love…..
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