Memory
On a Sunday's winters/autumns evening, just got home and noticed that no one was there... As chilly as it was, I waited on the porch, near an empty fireplace, looking at the invisible conflagration... All I had with me was a backpack, carrying just my laptop and the Axiom 25. As i sat on the window sill, I remember playing chords so congeal, they created a mellow affectionate sound that was inspired by the "loud silence" of nature... I heard the neighbours’ dogs barking from a distance, toads croaking in the rain-swamps, and a flock of pigeons quavering on my lawn... My depression established a dark state of mind, of which complemented the overcast sky that created a repose ambiance, it roused me to compose a conformity of diverse melodies... I ended up making a very low tempo stirred beat which resonated multiple thoughts and emotions from the past...
