Sweet
I havn't been around your page in ages Bosa... it's time to change that!
The introduction was quite interesting, I see a man lost in the bustle of a bazaar, bumping into people, being pushed around, this man is so old, so frail.
There must be a way out...
Then the drums come in, and the image changes nearly instantanously!
Now it's a warrior, bruised, cut, wounded, dying. Another wave of enemies are approaching, and he knows he can't fight anymore, yet to leave now would be a betrayel to his comrades. To die here, or to cower?
He is torn between his choices, the drums and dissonant strings screaming chaos.
Then the image changes again, with those... forgive me, I don't really know what those stick like percussionals are called. What are they?
What I really like about this song, is though the images are all insanely different, the theme, the melody and instruments hover around the same core, an alteration, a morphing change here, but essentially they are the same!
Then it softens, as if both that old man, and that warrior found a way out, the old man sitting in his home, sipping a hot beverage. When the drums come in again I see the warrior resting in a tent, happy to be alive.
The bells at the end, neatly wrap up the images, closing the threads, and wrapping up the story in general.
At the very end... what is that plucking instrument called? Where do you get all these ethnical instruments Bosa? I am very interested in using instruments outside the norm, and you seem to have a great range of them.
In any case, it was a great experience. Well done! Keep them coming, I look forward to whatever else you bring.