Ryspudin writes about Stream Leaves:
For thousands of years the mind has been likened to a stream and thoughts as leaves on it.
Newly fallen leaves float upon the surface but if the stream does not flow well, they become heavy and sink to the bottom. If you try and clear the stream, older rotten leaves and mud churn up from the bottom and dirty the water. Much better to leave the stream undisturbed and let the leaves float away by themselves.
As the title suggests the songs on this album are like leaves on a stream. Just some of my thoughts for you to hear as they gently float by. They tell a story of fall and redemption. Of the struggle against the random indifference of human existence, and then of the refuge and tranquillity that comes with the acceptance of such apparent absurdity. Stories are the lifeblood of the human condition and I hope that you, like me, find something in the telling of this one. After all, it is for me to remember and for you to understand.
Music is my refuge. It calms my soul. I would like to share my music with you. Thank you for listening.