This is a comment I got from someone on my imeem regarding a song by delirium I have posted 2 years ago.
Damn beautifully said almost as ethereal as the music itself, just wanted to share it. I was instantly shocked by the power of these words.
I thought of Home as strongly as I could, and released as the INSPEC told me.
There was sensation of movement . . .a sound like the wind flowing around me. Before me . . .around me . . . the scene came into view . . . . Many-hued cloud towers, just as I remember, only they are not clouds . . . flowing in shades of glowing color, every color I ever thought of and some I only remember but can't express . . . let me just stop in the cloud and watch, feel . . . not seeing, but feeling . . .
And there is the music . . . a thousand instruments, thousands of voices . . . melody weaving upon melody. . . perfect counterpoint, the harmonic patterns I know so well. Just stretch out and let the clouds enfold me, and the music is all around me, inside me . . . a thousand years is but an instant . . . but an instant . . . so relaxing and absorbing, just as I remembered it. How great it will be when I return to stay forever . . .
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Damn beautifully said almost as ethereal as the music itself, just wanted to share it. I was instantly shocked by the power of these words.
I thought of Home as strongly as I could, and released as the INSPEC told me.
There was sensation of movement . . .a sound like the wind flowing around me. Before me . . .around me . . . the scene came into view . . .
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Many-hued cloud towers, just as I remember, only they are not clouds . . . flowing in shades of glowing color, every color I ever thought of and some I only remember but can't express . . . let me just stop in the cloud and watch, feel . . . not seeing, but feeling . . .
And there is the music . . . a thousand instruments, thousands of voices . . . melody weaving upon melody. . . perfect counterpoint, the harmonic patterns I know so well. Just stretch out and let the clouds enfold me, and the music is all around me, inside me . . . a thousand years is but an instant . . . but an instant . . . so relaxing and absorbing, just as I remembered it. How great it will be when I return to stay forever . . .
QQbone