Clouds are everywhere. Even indoors. People wrote poems about “Wolken“. And of course music.
From the late 19th century to something called “ambience“. The latter does it not for me, here’s an antidote. Perhaps I’m old-fashioned, or I simply like variation (about). Others wondered whether clouds do get old, or looked at them from both sides.
And besides nice voices and interesting songs, there is pure beauty : RICHTER gives us LISZT.
* For MsScarlet