Just a few instrumentals for a leisurely listening with Lucy, memories and a little of your imagination. I'm sure you've met Lucy before, she's very fond of instrumental music just like you. She's particularly fond of acoustic guitar & piano music, just like me. In fact, I think she's the one that gave us these inclinations for instrumentals back when we were very young, when we didn't have to question or explain every detail of the cosmos. You've probably just forgotten.
That's why nowadays I call her "Poor Blue Lucy". Everybody seems to have grown up and forgotten her. Now you pass it off as that soft whisper or intuition or that funny feeling that causes you to pause and smile to that new music that seemed to come out of nowhere. Surely you didn't think my efforts with instrumentals by themselves was capable of that. Or anybody else's for that matter.
You see it's always been sort of built into instrumental music by the writers and composers throughout the years who have been guided by her to begin with. She's sort of everybody's co-writer at first, but some writers in defiance leave out her influences during the final mix. That's why a lot of instrumentals can't make you feel much better than you are, no matter how many pianos and acoustic guitars they have in them. Well, that's just how it is when a writer wants all the credit. It's a free will thing.
How do I know her real name is Lucy? Without really speaking of course, she told me. She said it was a name that any small child could easily repeat and remember in any language. I met her one day when I was a very small boy wandering lost in a tall wheat field. She was the lady in the diamond of the blue cornflower. It's a flower that use to grow wild all over the world among common crops. She said just one deep breath and the music of the cornflower would show me the way out. I found my way out by myself, so I suppose it worked, although for the life of me I cannot remember the music. Or, maybe I have?