When do I know that when the livid world yields to repose, the gentle brook will ripple on in deepest silence... Yo se' bien que cuando el mundo cede, lívido, al descanso, sobre el silencio profundo murmura el arroyo manso...

Indescribable music from heaven
harmonies of:
Colour and of Fragrance...
sunset's hesitant last moments,
requiem for the Sun in
Light's Pain...