I’ve been reviewing my small catalog; this one keeps haunting me (in particular, the breaking through at 4:36). Thought I’d bring it forward again. While I like to tell stories, even in music, this one teaches me an old tale over again: Though dreams may be strange, we are not necessarily strangers in and to them, nor should we ever owe them even one flightless feather of fear.
MORE ORIGINAL MUSIC on WINDSTREWN:
Lake Ransom: https://windstrewn.com/2017/03/18/lake-ransom/
Poetry: Throwback: 1998: Reflecting Pool