Remembered in Dreams
It\'s music that swirls around your head like a warm summer night, and settles close into your memory like the feel of her hair on your shoulder. It\'s the reflected starlight in ancient cave pools, both distant and familiar. It carries the sound of every dream you wish would never end, and the echo of every nightmare you knew was coming. Songs like Iota Cephei carry you to the center of alien constellations, only to set you back down on a highway you wish you didn\'t know, while My Almost dances like soft regret on an autumn day. The lonely and ardent Nimbus is a March rainstorm in melody, the gentle rain at the end of the world, while The Touch of Fingers Will Restart the Earth quietly sends out a signal flare for hope. It's music that is both immediate and immense, at times eloquent and careful, at others raw and spontaneous. The echo of broken silence, and the warmth of returning voices.