
Reflections.
Somewhere between these two worlds, exists the a whole person - divided. Somewhere between dream and waking.
A part of them trapped, just beneath the surface. A forlorn acceptance to their existence; and only the freedom that sleep can provide will relieve that burden. There is a profound resignation, a deep sorrow that swims in their eyes. It is unlike a fresh wound; new and painful. It is not a wound that bleeds. Nor a wound that strikes with agony. But a rancorous thing. A burden endured. An old regret; one that suffocates and slowly constricts. Each breath, harder to take. And like gravity, it is a crippling inevitability - resigned to the fact. Trapped, just beneath the surface. With only their reflection to remind them.
A tiredness that wishes only for respite.
The eyes speak loudly; as much with their presence as with their absences.
Where the eyes tell a story of burden and a resignation to the point of sorrow - there is a profoundness in the release of sleep; a reflection of their desire. The freedom there in, beyond the confines and the suffocating existence of what lies behind those eyes. There is peace. A respite from the arduous reflection that never seems to change. Until sleep comes. Until one is made whole again where the boarders of sleep and waking blur and meld.
The reflection, one of resignation transforms, the dream becoming the real, past the curtain of the surface. Past the reflections of sadness. A projection into another world, one that is neither bound by limitations of heart nor impediments of the body. A place where two parts are made one and all things are possible.
A world of burden forgotten; the freedom of dream.
Something a little softer, featuring a Piano & Cor Anglais/English Horn duet with backing.
This was originally due for release at the same time as

All good now though! Enjoy!
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I just love your more gentle pieces like this one. They're all top notch, but the sad ones seem to stand out! That clear horn and soft piano really make for a dreamy composition - and it evokes the feelings of WanderingPariah's words. The blending of sorrow and whimsy is perfect while reading the poem in the description. Bravo!
Aw, this sounds great. You always do such a great job. I might have to idolize your musical ability, just a bit XD Definitely inspiring to hear this awesome stuff you make. And you did an amazing job fitting this to Alector's piece. It does a good job of capturing that somber, almost dreary tone, but keeps it clear and... carnivorous. I'm pretty sure that's not the word I'm looking for, but it'll do for now, haha.
I've been very cold inside, for a very long time. That tends to happen, seeing the things I see. But every now and then, something manages to break the ice. Whether it is a friend passing on, or a beautiful piece of music, there is always something that moves me. This is one of those occurrences; again, thank you so much. I needed this.
There are some haunting tones within this piece and if I listen to it in the dark I feel that a window has opened somewhere high above. This window leads to another world and though I may only look through it from afar, this melody has opened it- and my imagination soars once again.
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