"How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?"--Dr. Seuss
Inspired by Seagull and our conversations with him we present to you some personal reflections on the subject of time.  Though cosmic in scope from atomic clocks to spinning galaxies, time(or the passing of it)is ultimately a very personal experience witnessed in loved ones growing, then growing old, or a glance in the mirror only to find another wrinkle or graying hair.  
It is an honor to collaborate with such fine artists and musically brilliant minds which allow me to reflect their light back onto the music.  A special thanks to Seagull @farout-music-studio for his visionary work, Peter @user-264930040 for his portrait-painting poetry in songwriting and spoken word, and Dan-t @dan-t-3 who graces any music he is a part of.

Time Will Tell--A Compendium of Time

Thank you Seagull and Peter for letting me accompany you on this journey, both in this song and in the Compendium. Your insights, creativity, and production skill has made this series something very personal and special.
Spoken words:
Spark,
Pulse,
Swirl,
Light,
Grow,
Evolve,
Shine,
Slow,
Decay,
Dark.

Time Wears Down (Seagull, Peter, and David)

Seagull magically touches with symphonic splendor Peter's erudite songwriting, singing, and playing, but still remains deeply personal as Father Time is personified.
Lyrics:
Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Old Father Time (Peter, Seagull, Dan-t)

Seagull gives this song a beautiful Oriental flavor taking one to a faraway place where passing time is seen in shadows cast. Kudos my friend:)
Spoken word introduction:

I left the house a young man,
Confident in stride,
Not knowing where I'd go.
As the sun raced across the sky,
I noticed out of the corner of my eye,
An old man,
An old man in the shadow.

Old Man In The Shadow (Seagull, David)

It is though the curtain of time is drawn back for a glimpse outside of it--an infinity that beggars description, but Peter's lovely poetry opens a window of understanding as Dan and Seagull serenade the farthest reaches of thought.
Peter's reading:

I spin, and map the tracks of time,
Recalling of my many futures,
Scheming plans for all my pasts.
Flashed sequences of “now” enact a line
Limply held by memory sutures
To stitch a lifespan's ragged wound,…..while each imperfect “present” lasts.

But no such thing as “is”, just “was” and “will”
As history loops perpetual in spirals all of varied speed
A myriad of parallel, infinity-bound, the great design
Will miss their tryst as the pendulum continues still
And those that seek to quench their viral knowledge need
Will always be, but never fully found,…......until they step Outside of Time.

Outside Of Time (Dan-t, Peter, Seagull)

A beautiful and personal statement about the passing of time not unlike a mirage of reality; you can see it, but reach for it and it disappears. Lovely performance by Peter in his playing and singing, and superb synth ornamentation by Seagull and Dan.
Peter's lyrics:

Ticking down the time.
Nowhere at the speed of light,
Nothing in my mind.
A dream of futures past.
Precious in my heart,
But it never came to pass.
Rearranged all my drawers of memory's worn out socks,
Corrected all my broken lifetime's kitchen clocks.
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Backwards at the speed of life,
Burdened in my mind.
Who stole it all away?
The clarity of thought
That defined me yesterday.
Dusted all the volumes on my memory's shelf,
Time-lapsed photographic of my former self.
Just ticking down the time.

Tomorrow calls in shades of black,
I swear these walls are staring back,
We waltz our falls in spiral mime,
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Lights out on the road ahead,
Fog came down behind.
Ready to anoint
The corpse of a life history
Shrivelled to a point.
JPEG'd out the detail of the smiling years,
Algorithmically compressed into this room of tears,
Where I'm just ticking down the time.

Ticking  (Peter, Seagull, and Dan-t)

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

Time Will Tell--A Compendium of Time

David Dunham