When Moon first rose over the folly of man, she wept a silver lake of sorrow. Now all who gaze upon it's surface see truth revealed. Some run, some crumple, some just fade away...will one come and stay to mend Moon's bro…
ah, six equal divisions of the octave, an underrated microtu…
I take the italian title as a tribute to the made in Italy o…
Non ho trovato dolore in questo lago, solo tristezza silenzi…
What a good piano! Very well done. Overall a fun composition…