Stars withdrawing from the night sky.
Buffeting winds blowing the heart open.
Old Winchester Hill.
The Blue Hour.
Iron Age Forts.
Bronze Age Barrows.
Ghostly legions marching by.
Corn Buntings and Lapwings.
Skylarks and Linnets.
Yellow Hammers.
Stone – curlews.
A glimmer of sunlight greeting the ghosts, the birds and me.
Butterfly flutterings.
Marbled White.
Meadow Brown.
Chalkhill Blue.
The Blue Hour.
Dreams that you dare to dream.
Clouds far behind.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Once and forever in a lullaby.
Once and forever.
Keith Jarrett.
A meditative musician.
A perpetual pathfinder.
Rediscovering, reimagining, recreating, the almost, almost, forgotten land of the untroubled heart.
Soaring with Bluebird and Skylark.
The Song of The Blue Hour.
Hold it in your Heart.
The Immortal Jukebox 
Good piece and good sound
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Loved this. And oh, Keith Jarrett! What a divine musician. Just as my old vinyl Koln Concert wore out, someone gifted me with a cd. I play it when I need that beautifully meditative line.
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Thanks. Yes, KJ has such deep feeling for music. Regards Thom.
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A beautiful piano meditation, Thom. Great intro from yourself with its Houseman-esque evocations and that memorable phrase, ‘almost, almost forgotten land of the untroubled heart.’
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Thanks very much. This one just flowed. Thom
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