_The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls._

In my dreams I've passed the White Door, which has been called the Bone Door and the Gate of Ivory. My voice remains outside the House each time I enter.

*Glory is a question, and the Moth always answers Yes.*

"A snatch of poetry: a single memory of a certain house that all of us visit at least twice in our lives."

How did I just KNOW the comments on this were gonna be full of us weirdos...

oh he’s DREAMY dreamy

The road ducks into the trees. Pale wings move deep in the wood. I am stumbling over roots, now. It is tempting to drop to all fours, to avoid the low branches. The moon passes behind the black leaves, though her fingers remain in my hair.

Both the Heart and the Grail are pleased by this delightfull music

Stephen: * breathes * Me: wow, fantastic, unique, amazing, original, always something new, incredible

Way : The Wood

In the Fifth History alone, I shall rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.

W 140 rocznice urodzin Karola Szymanowskiego, cudownie jest patrzeć jak dzieła wielkiego, polskiego kompozytora są podziwiane i chętnie wykonywane na całym świecie przez wszystkie pokolenia muzyków ❤

He has the best phrasing out of anybody I've heard play this piece

Best track for crossing the Tricuspid Gate

I have witnessed its strength, i would be a fool not to fear it

Outstanding! What an intense piece. The accompanist was wonderful also.

This comment section. Seriously. _Quickly boards the Stanton to Port Noon._

Gosh, how I love his playing.

que maravilhoso!

Bir zamanlar bir adam vardı Gözleri yıldızları bizden çaldı Hani kötü olan dünyaydı Bilimi sanatı kendine sakladı Herkes cahil kaldı İnanmaya daha meyilli Ve böylece daha da mutlu Kötü adam böylece Onlara aptal mutluluğu bahşetti Elleri tutmayıncaya kadar çalıştılar Sesleri çıkmayıncaya kadar güldüler Sesleri kesilince düşünmeye yeltendiler Ve ansızın öldüler Ahiret yaşamı gibi değil Hiç olu verdiler Eskisinden daha hiç değil Ama hiç Ama hikaye burdan bitmezdi Çünkü kötüler ölmezdi Tarih birbirinin tekrarı değil mi Bir yenisi geldi başka bir diyara Uzaya diyelim Uzaylılar gelişmiş teknolojilerini kullanmaya karar verdiler Bizleri yok etmek için Oysa biz buna değmezdik

Great!!!!!!

Gdyby Szymanowski mógł posłuchać i zobaczyć to wykonanie to pewnie zaczął by lewitować z radości😀

The higher I rise, the more I see. The Higher I rise, the more I See. The HIGHER I rise, the more I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE.

Lovely

is trantella not a dance ? or are they referring to the tempo of the piece ?

where is he from?

Roses are red, violets are blue. You expected more, didn't you?