Mine is a tune meant for resonance, made from strangest of implements. Inner sense invented by luck and innocence, implemented thinner range of constants.
What is possibility? The play between implausible and probability creates reality.
Is music merely a melody? Like heralds from a sunless sea, as I wonder what it means to be they come calling as kookaburra laughter. Here to the after, raise a glass as an archer draws bowstrings - steady like bell rings.
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released May 26, 2017
Written-produced-mastered by Ro Bentwing
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