what i like about instrumental music? there's no storyline, no word, no meaning, just you and your own feeling, your own story as the notes flow.
this piece feels like words that are purposefully left unsaid to protect something from being completely broken. 3:29-4:18 is my favorite part. it's like, after all, even if there comes a day when those words are finally slipped out, soon enough they 'll turn into a quiet whisper in an empty room.
because too much time has flown by, and in the end nothing seems to matter anymore.
in the end they are the only ones that still hang on to themselves, hoping to be heard, the ones that are left behind.
