Piano

Soaring

April 14th (Aphex Twin)Dialekt's Rework

A stripped back cover of a cool 80s track from a cool 80s band, Tears For Fears.

Thanks to Pete Palazzolo, who is an inspirational performer whose cover of this song is far superior to mine 

Head Over Heels

As hard as life might seem, there’s always hope. There’s always a way, and there’s always love. Always.”

— J.R. Rain

Always Love

Here i have covered one of my favourite Martin Gore compositions from 1982 the beautiful The Sun and the Rainfall. Enjoy this mournful yet optimistic song

The Sun & The Rainfall

Twinkle little star - piano solo

Brainstorm: find, chase, catch!

Recently I remembered something important.

Back in high school, a piano major who had just graduated from a music college came to teach music for three months.

Her specialty was Rachmaninoff—a composer known for his technically demanding works—and she often practiced his pieces between classes.

Her playing was something you could never experience through a CD—it was powerful, raw, and real.

From delicate high notes like gentle rain to thunderous lows that shook the room, I realized just how expressive and magnificent the piano could be.

That sound became a lifelong challenge for me—something I still strive to emulate.

This piece is dedicated to that memory—it’s a reimagined piano version of a work I shared previously.

Requiem of the Evening Calm _ dual piano 4hands

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

made with casio piano and bass sounds

2 metronomes
recorded with zoom h1
edited in NCH

Wandering into the unknown

Moment Piano

“It weaves its way to summer's end and gathers with each leaf that falls.
A whisper carried on the wind, a quiet longing – autumn calls.”
 – Laura Jaworski

We are in our final days of summer, and I must admit, I am glad, since most of the season was especially hot and humid.  Suddenly, we have cooler temperatures with blue skies, and the air is crisp with a hint of mystery…Autumn is whispering that it will be here soon.  Thinking about autumn this morning seemed like a great reason to create an improv piece. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re sad to see the end of summer. ☺️

Autumn Whispers

Caress for the soul

Golden Era

Minor Situation

Like many others, my family tree has countless branches. One of the largest branches stretches across the Atlantic to the Parry family in Wales. I had the privilege of knowing my great-grandfather, William Parry, who studied law, worked in  Washington D.C., and made many trips to Wales throughout his life.

William’s father, Edward Parry, was born in 1842 in a small stone house in Mold, near Flint, North Wales. According to my grandmother's notes, Edward worked in a coal mine and a chemical plant before taking a job on a small freighter that sailed between Liverpool and Dublin. His time on that freighter must have sparked a desire to travel, because at 26, he arrived in North America on St. Patrick's Day, 1868. He was the only one in his immediate family to do so and quickly established a new life and new home.

Of course, I never met Edward Parry, but I've come to know him through my grandmother's notes, along with a few photos and a couple of books he purchased as a young man.  From the items he left behind, I know that he loved music and poetry, was a hard worker, and raised three kind children who made the world a better place. This composition is inspired by his life and the family I have yet to meet who still live in Wales.

From Wales

A memory at ten.
Two shadows stood by the lakeside.
The cold air brushed my cheek,
and the sunset on the water
burned as if aflame.

My father said: Do something for others.
Even when you are gone,
people will remember
what you gave.

Nine years later, my father passed away suddenly,
and now I have already outlived
the years he was given.

His words still drift across
the twilight water,
shimmering like a ghost
that will not fade.

十歳の記憶。
湖のほとりに佇むふたつの影。
冷たい空気が頬を撫で、
水面に映る夕陽は燃えるようだった。

父は言った──「人のために何かをしなさい。
お前がいなくなっても、
人はお前が与えたものを思い出す。」

九年後、父は急逝し、
わたしも今では彼の生きた歳月を
追い越してしまった。

その言葉は黄昏の湖面に漂い、
幻のように揺らめき続けている。

Remembering the Lakeside

My earliest musical memories are of a small home on Williams Street, where my family moved when I was three. After dinner, my father would play hymns on his Conn organ, and I would sing along. That simple, shared ritual was my first introduction to music.

Our time at the organ came to an end a couple of years later when we moved, and my father's schedule became busier with teaching, pastoring, and graduate studies. I soon moved on to singing along to albums of musicals, and eventually, my mother became my first piano teacher. But I'll always remember that it was my father who first gave me a love for music. This piece is in his memory of him.

On Williams Street

I experience nostalgia with gratitude. I'm healthy, I play music, and I love.

You Tube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHO9VmiGp6A

Piano

Francesco Salerno