Oklyko.   

Note; forgot to press the publishing button too tired and very late but it is on time on the other media channels.      

(??? was meant to be published yesterday 29-10-22 at 23:20 hr)

In A major.

The steady pace of the clock; tick-tock, tick-tock, picks up in the twilight of the day.

François Peccatte (1821-1855) was a French archetier destined for greatness and sadly died very young.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean.