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 
He creates such wonderful, flowing, unexpected places for the heart to rest with his music. What a good choice, this one is, for these sad and scary days. I love the mix of straight playing and riffs in this. Thank you.
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There’s sure to be more KJ here later.
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Thanks for reminding me to go and listen to Keith Jarrett. I am fortunate to have The Sun Bear Concerts collection – the man makes magic!!!
👍👍👍
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So cool, was listening to KJ first thing this a.m, so serene but also challenging!
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