Sometimes you feel a lot when listening to music. Like it grabs you and that’s awesome. Sometimes it doesn’t say anything particular. Or maybe you are in a kind of mood not right for that music. I think the later works for me just now. I just don’t get inspired of Emelie Mayer’s Symphony. My wings are as broken and I cannot fly high enough to create a beautiful poem.

drilling flute
night fly’s wings beat
mayday

Carpe Diem: #1101.
Emilie Mayer’s Symphony No. 4 in B minor.