thats another thing we have in common. we write so much that we dont remember what we have written. or maybe we are just gettng old. i used to know my songs by heart by the time i finished writing them. now i have hundreds of songs i dont even remember writing. i always enjoy listening to your work, whether or not i have anything worthwhile to say. all i have to mentiion here is your subtle and lovely use of the strings, which enchance, rather than muck up, the piano part.

It makes me feel the promise of morning, the coziness but also the melancholy of rain.
There's longing.
Pain.
Some hope.
Beautiful piano.

And relax.

(Breathes out)

Ahhhh. Just what I needed after a highly stressful morning negotiating the regional supermall for a long-overdue eye test. This is a beautiful, tranquil tone poem. The mellow piano realy works well for this, as does the loop on the (strings?) I wish we had some gentle, soothing rain here at the moment but ours has been going sideways at forty to fifty knots, which is very much NOT part of a traditional English summer.