One listen for this one.

Heard the song a few days ago, decided to write about it, as evidenced by the below.
I wasn’t sure what would come out. I know I didn’t have anything in mind when I started and also that I actively listened to less of the song than I realised. Still, I think that worked for the benefit of what I wrote.

Lyle Mays’ “Street Dreams” (the fourth part) is from Street Dreams.

I hope you enjoy.

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A calm forms into view. Gentleness in the notes and there’s calm, there’s cool and there’s smoothness. Keys shimmer and echo off themselves as percussion rolls on around. Sounds akin to those perhaps of animals, perhaps of the nightlife perhaps of shifting shadows here and there as keys continue their angular shifts and echoes.

It’s all gentle and firm, and harsh with the edges sanded off. Woodwind or guitar here and there for a brief moment, moving on by, though maybe it’s being moved past. It disappears in the distance and is engulfed by sound as the concrete gives way to something less shaped by human, and therein lies a desire for beauty.

Rain falls and through the cracks grows desire as sound howls and stretches in quiet forms. It all moves with a looking forward and looking away and the concrete gives way; it peels back to reveal something of a sky in the urban nightlife, and all is structured and transforming.

All is amorphous and continually changes, and it all leaves distinct images that hold presence, and the walk down the street continues and the night holds, and gradually it gives way as the sounds fade out and the song ends.