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i had written a poem a while back, i associate it with this piece now: peratzatha.wor...
I imagine that this is the musical equivalent to sneaking out of your room, and running out to lie down on a field of tall grass and gaze at the clear, twinkling sky above.
Bathed in moonlight and washed by the cool winds, imagining worlds that may, or may not exist within.
You stay in this quaint limbo.
Quietly sitting in this contemplation of lifetimes, wondering if you ever existed in a different skin, staring under the same sky. and that, if it were true, would it entail that you once (or twice or more) did the same action as now? Were you alone or not? did you think the same thoughts? did the you from all those parallels ever gained this insight (if this is one) and wondered about the many ‘yous’ state of affairs at this point the same way you are doing now? did you ever miss…you?
Introspection of 'ifs'.
the ending of this piece feels like the starry winds are caressing me, openly staring up, dreaming against the endless midnight vista, in sheer wonder.
that is what this piece feels like to me.