stars in winter
The pattern on the window is the pattern in the sky, in my hand.
I look up from a field in Devon. Midnight.
A sky so black, but so full of light. Stars like snowflakes.
The pattern shifts. Snow melts. The earth is refreshed.
My hope is that my music will be heard and enjoyed.
You are welcome to download any tracks and keep for your own personal listening.
If you want to share the music with your friends, I would prefer it if you referred them to this site, so that they can read this policy for themselves, and then download. If they're not online, of course, feel free to share in anyway that is appropriate.
If you want to use the music for any purposes other than your own personal listening, I would appreciate it if you asked permission first. Unless it is something horribly unethical I'll more than likely feel flattered and say "yes". If it's a commercial venture then I might ask for some money.
On the subject of money, if you do like the music and can afford to pay something, please consider using the 'donate' button (PayPal). It's completely voluntary, and entirely up to you how much you want to give, but if you do, it really would be very much appreciated - times are hard in rural Wales!
rick
The pattern on the window is the pattern in the sky, in my hand.
I look up from a field in Devon. Midnight.
A sky so black, but so full of light. Stars like snowflakes.
The pattern shifts. Snow melts. The earth is refreshed.
© rick westhorpe 1997