Inspired by the poem "Winter Stars" by the American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933).

Winter Stars

I went out at night alone;
  The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings— 
  I bore my sorrow heavily.

But when I lifted up my head
  From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
  Burn steadily as long ago.

From windows in my father’s house,
  Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
  Above another city’s lights.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
   The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
  The faithful beauty of the stars.

The Faithful Beauty of the Stars

Solstice

My music, inspired by paintings // Nicholas Roerich. 
Here is one of my fantasies as a present to you.

Mother of the World, 1937 Nicholas Roerich. 

я пишу музыку по мотивам картин Николая Рериха . Одна из моих фантазий Тебе в подарок

Meine Musik, inspiriert von Gemälden // Nicholas Roerich. Hier ist eine meiner Fantasien als Geschenk an Dich.

AGNI piano

beenso

Melancholy

A QUIET MOMENT

Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

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Ghostly Dance

Fall is my favorite season of the year, so I made this little improvised piece to capture my emotions about it.

"Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go."

Leaves in the wind

Dear Friends, it is useless, in my opinion,  to tell you about my state of mind and my soul in consideration of what is happening in Italy and other countries of the world. 
This impro  is dedicated to those who are fighting alone against the disease with a very heartfelt wish to heal.
 In it there is loneliness, it is true, but also some hope.
 Good luck to everyone and thanks to all the nations of our world who are helping us out.

Alone

Empty Streets

Chaconne in Blue

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)

Chaconne in Blue

Classical Glass