Death is a cube of ice, thawing into a puddle.
Looking out my spiraling tower, I see into her eyes. Her body transmorphs the world into an everlasting nectar of earty, wind, and sky. The dark hue of the universe compels her to die, to suffocate underneath the fire and gasses. She needs oxygen. She has oxygen. Everyone loves her. They stroke her hair, sleep with her body, and smile into her eyes.
I stand here, looking into her eyes. The twinkling stars glitter against her dark hair. A mist swirls around me, washing against the moon and revealing its glow. The light melts over my face, and relaxes the dark. I look down below, and notice that my tower seems endless. There is no ground walk on. There are no trees to breath from. There is no ocean to swim in. The only thing that exists in my world is my tower, trying its hardest to touch the night sky but never succeeding in its efforts.
All I can do is thaw out the life around me, and fall into the darkness. My eyes close as she twists and turns my body. I love her for the last time and kiss her gentle lips. She carries me down the side of the tower and I smile to touch her smooth body. She looks into my eyes one last time, and I fall into her arms. The cold watery death that consumes my soul welcomes me in the sea. Bubbles rise for a few short seconds in its chaotic tides, then I disappear once again into nothingness.
I thought my life was nothing, but what lies before me is still nothing. There is always nothing. Life is just a cube of ice, thawing itself to a puddle. The ice may no longer exists, but its energy has transformed into the puddle of death. You may be able to keep the ice frozen, but sooner or later it will thaw, such as I have. That water will turn into gas and become one with her; a part of her world. I am now one with her ocean, and she is one with me. I have found love.
Im drawing a comic right now about aliens and space. Music is the best to get my creative juices flowing amazing work.
But I'd just like to point out something: this sounds remarkably like some music in Spore.
Which means it sounds like Brian Eno, which is one hell of a compliment.
For which I am thankful =3
Quite tranquil...the sorta music one would meditate to if one was so inclined. =^_^= Thumbs up from me.
Long and awesome
Great music you've got there. Very long and cool,
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.