It reminds me of a scene in which a messenger enters into a room, with exceptionally bad news. Sad sounding, but not boring.
You know something mr/ms artist, I had no intention of coming on here tonight, why not , because I've been living in hotels for almost 2 weeks cause ,well let's just say, there isn't a good reason, but since I am a guy, no one seems to believe me. Well at first I was really confused and puzzled by some of things she made up, got over that because this the third time, and I will try to help her when she let's me. What my real issue is though the two boys we share together ,I try not to think them. Also after spending a couple thou in hotels now cause I just paid for next week's place, so I'm broke, however I am indeed thankful for what I do have. Yet tonight, was kind of an off night. I went to the stores that we normally go as a family to purchase like six things, really penny pinching again that's not a big deal yet it was hard not to think of the times we shopped as a family, or even more fun, myself and my 8 and 10 yo son's
Ok.next stop a couple of blocks away to our, um, their place, because I had received a text that I had some mail in the box. Now it's 1030 pm, very quite, and a bit cool which is tiny bit abnormal til the end of this month. Anyway I look over see her car, and 1 boy (8 yo)did not shut the door. I stare for a few moments thinking back to very recently, all the evenings I borrowed that little car for daddy date's, while she rested
Now, it definitely feels to cool for shorts. I text, explain alarm might go of, if you are still up.meanwhile, I just stare, remembering. Then I just get out of my car and push the door in.no alarm. Drive empty streets home wondering what happened, what to do and not digging the cool empty vibe of the streets. Get back to room, notice my left foot and ankle are both swollen, saw that recently, I think yesterday? Maybe figured it was from tight socks . maybe I should check out this on the web, cause it's kinda weird. So I grab the phone see a broajam note that someone commented on my page, so I go look, and go on and on about stevie wonder for a while. Then I check out this swelling business hmm could be very not good or could be nothing at all but look at the time, I have to practice, I have been so lax in that until yesterday, and every thing on the guitar was a struggle cept for random jamming.
What does this have to do with your composition? Everything, I go to turn off all running things on phone but for some reason almost on auto piolet decide to review baroque real quick. So I listen a couple times to your piece thinking both how the universe is funny and sometimes, imo, has a twisted sense of humor and I also think about how you did so perfectly what a composer should do, paint a picture, and tell a story with no word or visual aide. Bravo artist, freekin, bravo for you perfectly expressed the way I felt tonight and you also perfectly painted a picture of the streets I saw as I was driving away from my former home and life. Excellent work.
I liked your melody and know you are feeling music.