You Found Me

Have you heard the secret language
Of the nighthawk as it flies overhead
Have you heard the lonesome calling
Of the dove as it searches for a friend
Have you heard the nighttime singing
Of the cricket in a dry river bed

Night and day
In all the sights and sounds
If you look all around
Night and day
In all the sights and sounds
He’s waiting to be found

Have you seen the tiny wonder
Of the hummingbird flap its wings so fast
Have you seen the calm unfurling 
Of owls wings like sails on a ship’s mast
Have you seen the startling shade
Of the vulture’s shadow as it flies past

Night and Day

Night And Day

SMOOTH_NESS

My careless languorous muse refused (to take yes for a question).

Piece

Smooth Jazz

Where does love go? we seem to be born with a natural love for others..color blind..culture blind..and then we make teams/chose sides/wear uniforms. and lose empathy/common sense..
We need to remember the instinctual love and bond we have for and with each other if we hope to overcome the bombardment of self serving false narratives we get everyday on social media/news/political speeches ...


lyrics

went to bed last night and woke up in a dream
don't recall the details but it seemed so real
I was standing in a dark room in a cold wet sweat
not a sound to be heard, not a touch to be felt
and I thought to myself as I stood there alone
this must be earth and I was chilled to the bone

then I saw a blue light shimmering up ahead
I could see it was warm and I could feel it was strong
and I knew it had the power to push back the night
If I could only find a way to give it a chance
the light was the love trapped deep inside me
I had to find a way to set it free
the more I thought about it, the more I looked inside
I realized the key was me


now I stand in the morning sun but I am still cold and wet
surrounded by some many like me looking for the light
trying to find a way to push back the night

is the love that we seek just a blue light in a dream
or is it buried in our hearts waiting to be freed
we made it captive to our fears
we starved it with our greed
it strains to break the chains that we shackled to its feet

love is something we're all born with
it's ours to use or lose
it just gets hidden by our weakness and fear
trust in yourself and in all those around you
let the light shine bright and push back the night

where does the love go??

Lone Star

Working with Oddvar one more time and playing  the blues is always good. 
Needed to do a new take on vocals, as usual.
here we go again...lower down this time.
I think the new mix is sounding better in my ears , especially the Fender Stratocaster comes straight out of the box,

This is our  tribute to the one and only: Gary Moore.
Oddvar Solheim: https://soundcloud.com/oddvarsol
Torbjørn Vagle: Key`s, vocal and the other things

Midnight Blues.  Oddvar Solheim. Torbjørn Vagle

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Lost-Fading echoes

Dans les coins tranquilles de la mémoire,
 il y a un contact perdu, un nom gravé dans les murmures,
 un visage brouillé par le temps.
 Nous étions autrefois empêtrés dans les fils délicats des rires partagés,
 des conversations nocturnes et des regards volés.
 Mais la vie, ce vagabond implacable, nous a séparés.

Le numéro de téléphone, maintenant une chaîne de chiffres oubliés,
 est dormant dans mes contacts.
 Les messages que nous avons échangés — ces échos numériques —
 ne sont que l’ombre de ce qui a fleuri entre nous.
 Peut-être s’attardent-ils dans un serveur oublié,
 attendant une réunion qui ne viendra jamais.

Je me demande où vous en êtes maintenant.
 Avez-vous trouvé de nouvelles constellations pour cartographier vos rêves?
 Ou le chaos du monde vous a-t-il englouti, 
ne laissant que des fragments de notre univers partagé ?

Parfois, quand la nuit est lourde de solitude,
 je ferme les yeux et j’imagine nos chemins se croiser à nouveau
 Peut-être dans un café bondé, où le parfum du café se mêle à la nostalgie.
 Ou peut-être dans une rue inondée de pluie, 
où les parapluies se heurtent comme par hasard.

Mais la réalité est un compagnon têtu.
 Elle me rappelle que les contacts perdus restent perdus.
 Je porte donc votre absence comme un secret,
 une douce douceur-amère qui refuse de s’estomper.

Si jamais vous tombez sur ce message, 
sachez que vous êtes un chapitre de mon roman non écrit,
 une rencontre éphémère qui a laissé des traces d’encre indélébiles sur mon cœur.
 D’ici là, je garderai ton nom caché dans les recoins de la mémoire,
 espérant qu’un jour, le destin nous réunirait dans une autre histoire.

Lost-Fading Echoes

Lost-Fading echoes

Never Like This Before

Self made musician,i play guitar, keyboards since many years with computers.
Hope you like it, Enjoy !!!!

Lost-Fading echoes

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