De Linge (The Linge)

A slender river that becomes vast by staying small.

It meanders through the Dutch fruit lands, where the air hums and tastes of honey, apples, pears, and blossoms.
Slowly it carries the sweetness of its world behind it, drifting toward the distant sea.

And I, with my music, follow the same winding path — moving gently, curving through light and dark, becoming myself by never rushing again.
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    Instrumental
    • 94 bpm
    • Key: Bb
    • Amsterdam, The Netherlands