One listen, and I was trying to let myself be as free as possible with the writing. Wrote a mess, but I am happy with the result. I feel that, despite this being fine dropping a bit of what I wrote, this works quite well. It does get across an idea of the song, but it also doesn’t quite lock in how it should be viewed, if that makes sense.

Willebrant’s “Sands IX (Endless)” is from Desert Songs.

I hope you enjoy.

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A heavy relief spreads as a long sigh. There’s differentiation in what is seen, but it seems flat. It seems flat and continuous, and it weighs on the mind and it is continuous.

Perhaps within all of this there is an acceptance of sorts. It seems as though what carries on the rolling, flat scenery is an acceptance of becoming part of it. Now one belongs to the space as it is traversed, or perhaps it is a desire to belong to it; a desire to be accepted by a seemingly-unlimited area.

The sounds curl around as the relief truly sinks in, and moments flash by as they linger on an eternity. A breeze blows in the stillness, and all carries on, and now there seems to be little else than isolation and a sense of being alone, but only in this point in time. It’s cathartic, and it’s accepted, and the sounds fade out into a silence. They disappear, and there’s nothing as the song ends.