. .. .comme un poisson dans l'air ... . ( merci et bonnes fêtes à vous )
The song like a music box . . . plays over and over again . . . releasing lingering notes and bell like feelings . . . with a sparkle . .. and here I hear birds . .. flying to this eternal music . .. is it heaven .. . or is there such a place. . . . I do not think there is . . . nothing is more beautiful than creation . . . where we are now . . . walk the long walk under the canopy of the flute . . . as it wings over your heart . . . touch that tear on your cheek . . . it is like an ocean . . . full of meaning and woe . . . and then comes the end of the windup song . . . there is an end . . . and it flows over you like the warmth of the bloody tides . . . and when the plug is pulled . .. they all flow away . . .
Very relaxing, I like the clarity. Paints a nice little picture.
This song has a melodious tune to it that reminds me of a lullaby. I enjoy the different sounds throughout the piece.