Another wonderful performance, Ad! Are you planning to perform all of the Songs Without Words?

Not only do I appreciate this piece, I really LIKE it.  Oftentimes there is a difference.  Lovely performance, Ad.

I'm new to Mendelssohn but really enjoy his creative writing style that allowed him to shine at the tail end of romanticism. Nice job! Recording classical performance is a real challenge.

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NEMO SALTAT 2

Mendelssohn Op.85.No4 (performer Ad van Nederpelt)

(Verse 1)
She’s sitting on her little bed,
Warm candlelight, a glow of red.
A letter to Santa, like every year,
Lies in a bin — no postman near.
No postman comes to take it home.

Mom says softly, “That’s the magic,”
Dad just smiles, a little tragic.
But something’s different this cold night —
The truth is cracking, thin as ice.

(Chorus)
If you lie for dreams of glitter,
Of bunnies, sleighs, and season’s glow —
How can I trust what’s out there waiting,
What’s truly real in all I know?
If you lie for shiny stories,
For Easter bunnies, Christmas glory —
Then what is true beyond this light,
When "perfect worlds" turn into fight?
A child begins to lose her peace,
And sees the world’s sharp edge increase.
If you feed me tales and wonder,
Who will scream when truth goes under?
If Mom just lies to keep me whole —
From love and fear and gentle soul —
What about the harsh, cold voices,
Who speak of care, yet steal our choices?

(Verse 2)
Mom just says, "That’s how it goes —
A dream can guard where nothing grows."
But she knows well: soft lies and walls
Are still a cage when darkness calls.

…they’re fences made of thorns and wire,
Disguised as dreams that we admire.

(Bridge)
She counts the stars above the roof,
And wonders if there's any proof —
That somewhere out in all this night,
Another child still seeks the light.

auf Deutsch
 (Strophe 1) Sie sitzt auf ihrem Kinderbett, die Kerzen glühn in warmem Licht Ein Brief an Santa, wie jedes Jahr, liegt in einer Tonne die Post hlot ihn nicht  und die Post holt Ihn nicht Die Mama sagt, das sei Magie, der Papa nickt und lächelt leis. Doch dieses Mal ist alles anders, die Wahrheit liegt auf dünnen Eis. (Refrain) Wenn ihr schon lügt für Glitzerträume, für Hasen, Schlitten, Wunderzeit – wie soll ich glauben, was da draußen noch echt ist in der großen Welt? Wenn ihr schon lügt für Glitzerbäume, für Osterhasen,  Weihnachts -Träume   was ist da draußen wirklich echt die heile  Welt wird groß und schlecht Das Kind verliert sein Paradies  und sieht die Welt so hart und fies  Wenn ihr mich mit Märchen füttert ? wer schreit dann laut, das "Wahre Leid"? wenn Mamma lügt(um mich zu schützen)  aus Liebe, Angst ( und Zärtlichkeit –) was ist dann mit den kalten Stimmen, die sprechen für die Menschlichkeit?  Mama sagt: „So ist das eben – man schützt das Herz mit einem Traum.“ Doch sie weiß jetzt: Auch sanfte Lügen, -sind hohe Mauern in, (unserem Lebensraum.)  ....sind Mauern "Stacheldraht und Zaun" (Bridge) Sie zählt die Sterne überm Dach, und fragt sich, ist noch jemand wach. Ob irgendwo ,in einer  Welt  ein Kind wie sie die Sterne Zählt.

True Lies ( Deutsch )

Aus Lieder ohne Worte van Mendelssohn.
I recommend listening with headphones.

Menselssohn Op.102.No4 (performer Ad van Nederpelt)

Presenting "Elara" - Photograph - Cross Talk

I have attempted to conveys a sense of being trapped or controlled by the image, hinting at the "foe" without explicitly stating it, building immediate tension.

Using Beats, Percussion Rhythmic Guitar & Vocal Chops I have created the mood for the psychological battle Elara experiences using spoken word and repetitive background vocals to create an evocative  intriguing atmosphere using the Alchemy Cross Talk Pad.


Original Lyrics & Vocals by Heidi-Marie
Every time I look at you I can't think Every time I look at you I can't speak
Your not the person I want to be thinking about

Your not the person I want to be speaking about

Everytime I look at you I can’t think

Just a frame, a moment caught,
A silent story, tightly wrought
It's more than paper, ink, and light
It’s a anchor in the fading night
Holding fast to what once was
Defying time, defying laws
A single click
This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream, consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see
Stealing every thought from me

The world outside keeps spinning fast, But in this frame, we're built to last
I trace the lines, the silent gaze
Lost in these captured, ancient days
I feel the pulse, though time has fled
The living ghost inside my head

This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream, consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see
Stealing every thought from me.

Do I forget the truth of then?
Or just the moment, now and when? This fragile image, stark and clear
Drowns out the whispers, conquers fear. A phantom touch, a whispered name, Feeding this all-consuming flame.
This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream
consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see,
Can't think... can't speak... 
Every time I look at you I can't think  I can't speak
Every time I look at you I can't think  I can't speak
Your not the person I want to be thinking about
Your not the person I want to be speaking about

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

8.7.2025

Artwork - #azcreativestudiosydney

Photograph - Cross Talk

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Recently rediscovered in my filing cabinets: I composed this Sonatina on 13th-14th August 1992. If I remember correctly, I think it was my first attempt to write in sonata form. There is a slow introduction - somewhat wistful - that returns as the coda; otherwise, there is a sense of propulsion and restlessness in the 1st subject, which contrasts with the more content and expansive 2nd subject (in the relative major - returning in the tonic major in the recapitulation). All in all, not such a bad recollection of my 20th century roots! 

Sonatina (1992)

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