nice calming atmosphere. deep ambience. lovely vocal. nice melody. clear sound.

Buena ambientación natural y con estilo clásico muy misterioso.

Gorgeous combo...very well executed...kudos!

Beautiful, Annie ... takes me back to the days I read The Mists of Avalon. Your voice and the music are a beautiful synergy my friend.

Inspired by a  recent hot air balloon journey, with a gentle and relaxing guitar solo over cascading arpeggios, Lullaby of Whispers takes you on a journey floating above a peaceful landscape of your imagination.

Lullaby of Whispers

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I Feel Empty Inside

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 05:07
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Classical / Neoclassical / Soundtrack
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/2qpfngZPqsU

📝 Description
"Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a chamber composition for eight instruments, deeply rooted in the expressive tradition of the Russian musical school, profoundly inspired by the legacies of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Georgy Sviridov. The piece seeks to capture the ephemeral beauty of memory, weaving an atmosphere of tender melancholy and quiet contemplation, as if illuminated by the delicate glow of a winter landscape.

At its heart lies the theme of nostalgia — a longing for moments lost, expressed through a lyrical dialogue between the strings (first and second violins, viola, cello, and double bass) and the poignant timbre of the winds (flute, oboe, and clarinet). The strings evoke heartfelt emotions, whispering tales of cherished recollections, while the winds add a breath of airy lightness and a subtle shimmer of hope. The double bass provides a resonant foundation, grounding the composition in the timeless embrace of the natural world.

This work transcends a specific narrative, instead inviting listeners on an emotional journey — a meditation on the fleeting nature of time, the enduring power of the human spirit, and the universal search for harmony. "Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a sonic painting, a tapestry of sound designed to stir the soul and awaken the imagination. It’s a testament to the beauty found within stillness, and a celebration of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow.

🎼 Key: A-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace

Orren Veerahlee is a mellow, textured blend of ambient tones, soft leads, and wobbly synth fragments. Built around gentle pulses, airy plucks, and subtle groove layers, the track drifts through warm harmonic shifts and flickers of rhythmic memory. It’s a quiet companion piece—more a place than a story, unfolding gradually with space to breathe.

Orren Veerahlee

Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Photomontage d'après le tableau Coin de table, d'Henri Fantin-Latour. 1872
Hommage à Léo Ferré qui a rendu lui-même hommage à Paul Verlaine et Arthur Rimbaud.

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Mon Léo, mon ami
Léo de la passion
Naufragé de la vie,
Tu changes de couleur
Avec Paris Canaille 
Quand tu souffles la vie
Et la folie des hommes

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Sont toujours de la fête
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine

Ne pleure pas, Léo, 
Va, porté par le vent,
Rejoindre le chagrin
D’amour et de pitiés
Dans tes rêves cachés
Pour ce moment royal
Les poètes maudits
Te saluent tout là-haut
(refrain)

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Que le temps passe vite
Mais nous, on t’oublie pas
Toi, le messie de l’âme
Arrivé de la nuit
Ami du temps présent
Tu reviendras un jour
Danser sous les étoiles

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Seront tous de la fête
Quand on verra chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viendras chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
Quand on verra chanter
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu feras danser
Verlaine avec Rimbaud

Tribute to Léo Ferré, the famous French singer who himself paid tribute to Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, two great French poets.

Don't cry, Léo,
My Léo, my friend,
Léo of passion,
Shipwrecked by life,
You change color
With Paris Canaille 
When you breathe life
And the madness of men

Chorus:
At the museum of torment,
The friends of La Neuille
Are always partying
When you come to sing us
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing us
Rimbaud and then Verlaine

Don't cry, Léo, 
Go, carried by the wind,
To join the sorrow
Of love and pity
In your hidden dreams
For this royal moment
The cursed poets
Salute you from above
(chorus)

Don't cry, Léo,
Time passes quickly
But we won't forget you
You, the messiah of the soul
Arriving from the night
Friend of the present moment
You will return one day
To dance under the stars

Chorus:
At the museum of torments
The friends of La Neuille
Will all be at the party
When we see singing
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing
Rimbaud and then Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
When we see singing
In an old tango brothel
When you make dancing
Verlaine with Rimbaud

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Ne pleure pas, Léo

Some digs both at Elon being suspected of taking ketamine and the Iran B-2 Bomber Strike, and contemporary corporate HR behavior

Lyrics:

True growth comes from being comfortable with discomfort
Mockery is just the universe's way of keeping our ego in check
Their probing had pinpointed my encumbrance
And had me by the neck
ahh ahh ahh ahh

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom 
And fly no colors at all
Their shout is a rattling of chains, always was
When back against the wall


With trepidity i turned the pages
What he'd said was not for the meek
The best way to cure your nostalgia for the middle ages
Is to shit outside for a week 


They had winkled out my side vocation
Through the free market
In a form of distributed computation
But i felt that i could still dart around 
Any verbal machicolations


HR had me in the fish bowl
Interrogation from dawn to dusk 
Imagine coming down from a k hole
And finding out you're Elon Musk


She started we're not here for manners
And since there's no time to waste
You look like someone who eats bananas
For the shape and not the taste

I retorted bananas betoken
The dietary methodology 
That cellular processing of glucose is broken 
From the onslaught of modern insults to biology

Despite the degree to which this perturbed
She regained her nerve and said very well
It says here you should be in hell
But since you were a backend developer
We will consider that time served

She thundered what I'd done
Was not a smart play
What had gone supercritical with her parishioners
Who ratted me out the other day
Was that I had openly wondered 
If i might not draw better pay as a political prisoner

She bothered to insert the word official
As i was tallying her counter-poises
When sifting through waffling interstitials
You have to listen for these itty bitty noises

She's quite the girl with which to hang
By any available means
I tried to pass her interrobang
Without spilling the beans
But for the unwary
Your mileage may vary
It's best just to keep up with your leafy greens

While extoling her masters' daring
She was wearing me down with her slow rolling 
Since i felt I still had some juice
With her pincer move prepended
I decided to bite first and extended
Low sensitivity control systems will always
Underperform and often produce the 
Opposite effect as intended 


When I got back to my desk
I felt that I'd drained concupiscence to the dregs
Mercifully this was interrupted by my neighbor
Who said
The lion does not concern himself with OSHA regs 


He said one thing from the service stuck with him
The B-2 pilots had a doggerel for when they fly
Real penetration has never been tried
Which doubled as a joke about Communism
And some lady's remembrance of THAT guy 

I had a sneaking admiration
For the ways of this little freak
And contributing to the mystique
Was the ribaldness of his technique


His bluster fell a little flat
I silently wondered if i can
Take lessons on being a man
From a dude who tucks his ears into his hat


He dipped another nacho
And tried to make it look macho
He said they used to call us squares
Then turned up the volume on Rio Bravo


I wondered at his game and thought
She tells her therapist about you
She tells her handlers about me
We are not the same 


The organization's career path
Was a little over sold
Accept the brand new label
And something under the table
And head for the pot of gold
And the ranks of the well-bred
And be led into the library of Babel
By the latent manifold

Real Penetration Has Never Been Tried / Interrobang

Hit me back im a baseball
hit me back
hit me back
kiss me back
love me
im adorable
make a mess 
so i can confess
my love for you
lets get wet
down and wet
i propose to you

this is what my love
sounds like in my stupid head
im not gonna forget you
not even when im dead

you are the freedom
life is in store for us

get down
get down
just the 2 of us

you are
we are
the survivors of it all

we are
we are
we are the stars 
that we thought we saw
i know you saw
you know you saw it too

i know i talk too much
until my face goes blue

i only wanna live with you

The Engineer Is To Blame

Down

This is a song about Romanian gypsies who make a living  by collecting scrap metal. The lyrics are in Romanian. There is some humor involved, but no dissrespect. After all, we're all in the same shithole  here. 

Lyrics (Romanian):

Verse1:
Mamă, nu mai merg la şcoală!
Mamă, n-are niciun rost.
Tată, nu mai merg la muncă,
Că nu am niciun folos.

Chorus:
Nu mai merg deloc în mină,  
FERul creşte în grădina. 
Nici nu trebe târnăcop, 
Din gunoaie să-l degrop. 

Ai în curte un tezaur 
Sub rugină este aur 
Sa faci bani este usor 
Chiar de nu-i strălucitor 

FERul noi îl colectăm, 
Obiceiul respectăm.
N-avem cal, avem masină 
Şi remorca ne e plină. 

Verse2:
Munca e pentru tractoare,
Cartea pentru tocilari,
Pentru ce-i făcută oare
Viaţa asta de hoinari.

Chorus

Bridge:
Am nevoie de banii tăi
Ca să mănânc, ca să trăiesc, ca să iubesc.
De banii tăi,
Am nevoie de banii tăi.

Chorus


IS ?


The understanding about the spiritual importance of being in truth for maintaining the integrity of the source of our power, our Hara Line, underpins one of the Indian Laws of Dharma, Honesty or asteya. 

The Hara Line needs to run straight and true so that otherworldly communications can flow through it unimpeded, because these voices and nudges and intuitions are the source of our inner strength and courage. 

( I’ve written more about it here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/12/the-laws-of-dharma-4-honesty-asteya/]


8. Strength

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