Maurice Ravel - Pavane pour une enfante défunte (the orchestral version)
(i've liked this one a long time now. but yesterday, hearing it again, i suddenly felt all tired -- in a nice way. as if here there was contentment.
such grace, as if our sighs are caught in the endless robes of a slowly dancing princess, all alone, not entirely there. such tenderness we might feel for her. we are floating on a strange instance of eternity, and never does it seem to bother. we are ever moving, and no one might be watching.
i would never want it to end.)