“FN348” の検索結果：： 29件
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FN34801 「Oh God」
Evocative of rain drops, tears, or snowflakes falling.FN34802 「Playful Harp」
Bringing to mind the dawn of a new Spring morning or the uninhibited dance of sprite atop a still pond.FN34803 「Sun Addiction」
Jazzy, playful, and confident, this track is like a journey through the a forest path full of light and welcome shade.FN34804 「Believe」
Rolling clouds and grassy fields breeze quickly by beneath the height of this gliding lark.FN34805 「Echo Notes」
A compelling track leading through the diminutive to the discovery of the immense.FN34806 「Heywoo Border Line」
Whether a flutter of pages or leaves, this track is charmingly thought provoking.FN34807 「Green Lake Weekend」
Hauntingly charming, drawing the listener into sepia halls and evoking innocence lost.FN34808 「First Love」
A song of discovery and happiness, a tune a flower girl would hum as she lovely tosses flower petals on her trip down the aisle.FN34809 「Rippled Water」
This tune introduces the suave, debonair leading man as he glides down the steps into the dimly lit club, his drink is poured over clear ice, he lights his cigarette and meets the smiling eyes of the leading lady.FN34810 「Single Tone」
Like the young girl reading the notice that her lover has died, this track tenderly tugs the heart strings.FN34811 「Trip To Islands」
Reminiscences of heart and soul dance around the edges of his playful little ditty.FN34812 「Mountain Highs」
This track inspires wistfulness and hopefulness, like a young child standing on a hill in an autumn breeze awaiting the first signs of snow.FN34813 「Water Flows」
A delightful and sweet melody for the young at heart and the contented spirit.FN34814 「Wonders Of The Trip」
Little children watching an old man wave his hand and make a coin disappear would squeal with laughter and delight, and this would be the sound of their amusement.FN34815 「Andantino」
The sound of a child who sees the shadow of a monster or a door to another world, but in the end it is only their imagination.FN34816 「Andantino 2」
In a dark hallway a small child walks quietly past overturned furniture and clothing strewn across the ground, opening the door to its mother's room, the child finds it empty.FN34817 「Moderato」
In slow motion, bubbles drift through the air, light reflecting, almost metallic, off of their surfaces. They bob and dance on invisible currents as a single cherubic digit reaches up to pop them one by one.FN34818 「Quasi Fantazia」
Fledgling chicks, reaching the edge of their nest, peer down at the abyss that is the ground below and nudge each other off the brink. Their tiny wings flap and their eyes grow wide as the yawning earth hurtles up towards them, an updraft catches them, and they fly back home.FN34819 「Senza Parole」
Tiny feet step lightly, slowly, deliberately across stones in stream.FN34820 「Soriso」
An old man's wrinkled and weathered hand brushes a quilt smooth and sits on the edge of the bed; there is room for two.FN34821 「Con Spirito」
Bushes rustle in the twilight, a mother frantically searches for her child, deep in the dark forest, the crying child screams for her.FN34822 「Intermezzo」
Footsteps muffled by an extravagant carpet as a pensive man paces back and forth.FN34823 「Il Sogno」
Delightful ending to a sweet caress.FN34824 「Viso Blue」
Slow, deliberate ending to a haggard detective's last case.FN34825 「Dolcetto」
Behind a door is an tall wooden coat stand, a shabby jacket hangs there, the tail or a colorful handkerchief peaks out from the sleeve.FN34826 「Pelegrino」
From the depths of clear, crystal blue waters bubbles stream up toward the sunlit surface.FN34827 「Con Calma」
The mirror in the hall catches the reflection of a woman's wrinkled and aged face, from the corner of her eye she sees her visage as she once was in her youth. Her eyes twinkle in recognition.FN34828 「Visioni」
Words are carefully written in script across a crisp clean page. The pen is lifted from the page and carefully placed in its holder. A hand closes the tome and leaves the wooden desk bare.FN34829 「Quasi Magica」
The petals fall from dying flowers in a vintage blue vase. The decaying leaves of the faded blossom are lying limp across the porcelain rim. The scene slowly, effortlessly, and inevitably fades to black.