|3||Of Which We Are Made||7:58|
|4||We Must Endure All Night||5:49|
|6||You Are Not Alone||5:33|
|7||In The Blue Twilight||8:56|
|8||Only Their Shadows||5:33|
- Events never fully grasped. Mysteries that slip like shadows across twilight walls, appearing and disappearing at fertile borders of consiousness ... subtle small things that seem to mean everything.
- Sometimes it seems we respond more deeply to musical sounds than to words, and that this depth so easily exceeds our comprehension, and yet we live it, we are it. But it cannot be translated.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden
(T.S. Eliot : Burnt Norton)
Thanks, as always, to all those who love and support these alternative forms of music.