Shadow's Play


There's a letter I never sent
Sitting in a drawer upstairs
Words I couldn't say out loud
When you were standing there
Now the years have come and gone
And I'm still holding on
To all the things we might have been
If I'd been less afraid back then

And I wonder if you think of me 
When the night gets long 
Or if I disappeared completely 
Like I was never there at all

Time keeps moving like a river
While I'm standing on the shore
Watching all the might-have-beens
Float away forevermore
I wanted you, you wanted something else
Now I'm left here with myself
And photographs and empty rooms
Where love came close but left too soon

I see you sometimes in my dreams
Looking just the way you did
Before the world got in the way
Before we both learned how to hide
You're smiling like you used to smile
Before the distance grew
And for a moment I believe
That I could still reach out to you

And I wonder if you think of me 
When the night gets long 
Or if I disappeared completely 
Like I was never there at all

Time keeps moving like a river
While I'm standing on the shore
Watching all the might-have-beens
Float away forevermore
I wanted you, you wanted something else
Now I'm left here with myself
And photographs and empty rooms
Where love came close but left too soon

There's a photograph I keep
Hidden in a book
Of you and me when we were young
With a sweet and innocent look
All the promises we made
Soon turned into dust
Now all I have are memories
To faded for me to trust

And I wonder if you think of me 
When the night gets long 
Or if I disappeared completely 
Like I was never there at all

Time keeps moving like a river
While I'm standing on the shore
Watching all the might-have-beens
Float away forevermore
I wanted you, you wanted something else
Now I'm left here with myself
And photographs and empty rooms
Where love came close but left too soon

Where love came close but left too soon
Yeah, love came close but left too soon


Love Came Close But Left Too Soon

Good Music

Lyrics:
Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Sworn in, knighted, certified, you read it all more clear
You sigh, “They’re never honest,” you feel the hollow in their cheer
You walk too far ahead of them, they mutter as you climb
The point upon the skyline is a dot to them, a fleck of time
“That’s where I’ll stand,” they say, but you walk on, unburdened, open-eyed
They aim, but stamp in empty air, in nothingness and pride
You are not small, you are the marathon they’re always running for
It’s not your fault the cruel of heart can’t read the map or see the shore
You hold your bearing, keep your line,
and quietly you go on more

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Trees — one an oak, another birch in patient earth they stand
Each of them strange, each beautiful, their own soft-made-of-nature hand
“Give me a little bit too much,” you say with half-tired grin
Enough rings counted on your trunk, yet too few praise what’s within
They talk as if you’re just a speck, a little dot, some grain of sand
As if the Big Bang weren’t enough — they’re spoilt and over-demand
But they will learn the moment when you take that quiet leftward bend
And no more chase behind their backs, no more on their heels you run or mend

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is too dark in the land of
Thunder clouds that crowd the sky
And woodpeckers go tik-tik-ticking,
tapping deep in your brainstem by and by
Noah’s Ark has sailed those waters,
still you shield your back from knives they shove
Let them talk their empty talking —
still it cuts beyond all human love
Yet you set your feet down anyway,
you choose the path, not just the track
You lean into your living compass,
keep your human bearing back on track

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is the darkness in the land of creatures cold


There's a garden behind the mirror
Where the trees grow upside down
And the rivers run with silver
Through a never-sleeping town
The key's been in your pocket
All this time you didn't know
Just turn it counter-clockwise
And watch the colors flow

What’s beyond the door?
What’s beyond  the garden door?
What’s beyond  the door?
What’s beyond that garden door?

The shepherds lost their cattle
When the fences turned to smoke
The clockmaker's tower crumbled
When the seventh bell awoke
Now the children lead the elders
Through the fields of shifting light
And the blind man sees tomorrow
In the middle of the night

Beyond the garden door
Where the old rules don't apply
Where the ground meets the sky
And nobody asks why
Beyond the garden door

They built their walls with hate
Locked the gates with fear and stone
But shadows disappear at dawn
And the ghosts leave you alone
The sleeping giant's waking
The tide is turning anew
The story that they told us
Was never really true

What’s beyond the door?
What’s beyond  the garden door?
What’s beyond  the door?
What’s beyond that garden door?

There's a language made of lightning
That the old folk do not speak
And the mountain bows to greet you
When you climb to find its peak
The compass spins in circles
North becomes the south
And truth pours like water
From the thirst desert's mouth

Beyond the garden door
Where the old rules don't apply
Where the ground meets the sky
And nobody asks why
Beyond the garden door

What’s beyond the door?
What’s beyond the garden door?
What’s beyond the door?
Open the garden door…


Beyond the Garden Door

allego non troppo

Gallopiing

thomas-groove.mp3

Lyrics:
Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathen.
Ven brôgar grôn ar thren ar snor ar khoff en dûn anor,
Mar san-es, mar san-ser solen,
Raen karg gripha tal prid, raen thang noren tal caren.

Vethran, kalden, certan, tal lir-et al mor klaren.
Tal sôrh: «San la verien», tal sen hollûn en san cheiren.
Tal rann faran-or san, san murmur-en min tal klîm.
Punct en noren-lîn esh mere-dot san, fleg en-tim.
«Ther tal-stand», san sê, ven tal rann-or, lîr-sol, ôn-ên.
San tir-en, ven stamp-en vuyd-êr, en nevan ar prid-bên.
Tal la-lîn, tal esh marathôn sha san alwên rennen for.
La fâut tal-es sha krûel-kelen la lir-en kart ni silen-shor.
Tal helda tal bering, gard tal lîn,
Ar sîlen-pas tal go-on mor-in.

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathen.
Ven brôgar grôn ar thren ar snor ar khoff en dûn anor,
Mar san-es, mar san-ser solen,
Raen karg gripha tal prid, raen thang noren tal caren.

Silvar — en esh dorak, en-ther berchan — en sedran-erth san stand.
Echar san stran-vel, echar belles, san own malthar-en-natur hand.
«Den-tal mîr-ôvar lit», tal sê en half-weary grin.
Ringar sam-en en tal tronk, ven tû-few laudan sha-lîth en-wîn.
San speak-en ke tal esh mer-speck, mer dot, grain en-sandor.
Ke mor-bâng la-enogh — san spoilen, ôver-demândor.
Ven san lar-en en-môment sha tal tak-en thûm-leften bend.
Ni mor chase en estel-san, ni mor on san hîl tal run ar mend.

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathe

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar

suno transformation from lang elemental piano

Good Music

Jesmin Nahar