Heyyy! I tried to improve the sound of one's elder piece, hope it was worthy...thank you for listening and reading, have a good day!

On the edge

One of the older songs of mine I remade. The photo I took in New Zealand, Pacific ocean sunset.

Ocean

Wilt Ahwa (wild waters) is ancient German name for Czech national river, Vltava. I live my whole life next to it and this is my little tribute to the river. From the little streams in the depths of Bohemian forest, through the vales of medieval Southern Bohemia, into the capital of Prague, the Heart of medieval Europe, the City of the Kings - my home. Enjoy it's journey, where many stories and lives have begun, both ended...

YT video: http://youtu.be/QIp6fflzqtw

Wilt Ahwa - The river

Another wonderful poem by Gayathri Jayan together with my humble music :-)
https://soundcloud.com/gayathrijayan

the poem itself:

Never have I been more alive
Never a part of a bigger plan
This feeling when I hold my pen
This urge to sing to heart's content

I've made so many all my life
Each tune, each note - my soul's delight
Each one of them by Him, my Lord
And now I sing with you this song

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You get my feet back on the ground
When I wane, you lift me up
You tell me, 'hard work leads to luck'.

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You give me words that make my song
When I wane, you lift me up
Your trust in me - as hard as rock.

I see in you a different me
Another shade, but still the same
Our friendship doesn't have a start
It's like this song - straight from the heart

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You complement me in every form
When I wane, you lift me up
And that is how this song has formed

What makes this song so special to me?
It's you and me, or rather, 'We' .

A Poem

Space
https://youtu.be/uSdQ0lj79yU?si=zNoA5_uDDIFd5bTS

Stargazer

Music and lyrics by myself, Prague 10/2024.

Kde Sede Mlhy Ulehaji K Zemi (Where fogs of grey descend)

music and lyrics by myself, Prague 10/2024
https://youtu.be/k1XyowmkAEM?si=JBg1oXUpWil_mwlL

Hopeless Mind

Song I made for the photo compilation with my kids.

The boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13PSSbnr0ME

A path unseen, a journey deep
into the darkness, with tears to keep
  
A sense of fear begins to creep
While shadows dance and dreams are asleep

A fragile hope begins to fade
dark forest shows of what you are really made

Of sorrow deep and bitter pain
Lost in the woods again and again

The forest whispers soft and low
A final resting place where I will go

A silent end, a tragic scene
Hanging lifeless what might have been

Pain...anger...hatred...isolation...desperation       

Desperate mind

1. The sky bleeds red as the sun fades away,
The forest grows darker, a place where shadows lay.

2. Whispers of wind carry voices untold,
Where silence is broken by stories of old.

3. Dusk wraps its hands 'round my trembling heart,
A cold that consumes me, tearing me apart.

4. Trees are watching, their eyes are            like flames,
I walk through  night, but I can't escape the same.

5. In the dusk, I’m drowning in the dark,
A fading soul, lost and torn apart.
The shadows call, they pull me near,
In the forest at dusk, I disappear.

6. The moon is a ghost, far from sight,
Swallowed by trees that choke out the light.
7. I can't escape this endless despair,
The dusk is my prison, it’s always been there.

8. The forest swallows me whole, piece by piece,
In the dusk, I find no release.   
9. Just the echoes of a life that I can't return,
In the dusk, I let my soul burn.   

A forest

Ordinary day

The poets land

Cold stones weep beneath the pines,
Where shadows crawl and moonlight shines.
The forest breathes a quiet dread,
A silent host of whispered dead.


Roots entwine the slumbering bone,
A garden sown with souls unknown.
The earth forgets what lies below,
But a restless wind begins to blow.


A distant owl, a soft and mournful call,
Echoes briefly, then is lost to all.
The forest breathes, a slow and steady sigh,
Beneath the vast and diamond-studded sky.
 

They dream in dirt of sunlit days,
Lost to the fog, in timeless haze.
No tear falls now, no memory bright,
Just hollow quiet, and endless night.
  

Their names are carved on fading gray,
As years like dust are blown away.
The living pass with hurried feet,
Unhearing, the lost heart's final beat.


In this city of the silent stones,
No twisted word is said.
No broken hearts, no fractured bones,
Just peace among the dead.
 
It's better here, beneath the weeds,
Away from all your pain.
No empty smiles, no selfish needs,
Just endless, quiet rain.

City of the silent stones

Solitude is where the steel is made
In  heavy dark, without aid.
I chose the silence, cold and slow,
The only way my strength could grow.

My wounds are the lessons I must learn
For every bridge that had to burn.
I stopped expecting warmth from light,
And found my fire in the endless night.

I'm one with night, quiet and deep, 
While all the daylight dwellers sleep  
No need for shine, no need for plea,
Strong alone, just shadows and me.  

Shadows and me

Beneath a sky of frozen grey,
The sunless light of a dying day.
A skeletal wood, the trees now bare,
Whispers of frost in the biting air.

Snow-choked paths where no man walks,
The brittle snap of frozen stalks.
A silent tomb of white and ice,
Paid for the warmth, the ultimate price.

The raven's shadow, a fleeting stain,
Against the canvas of the winter rain.
My frozen breath, a spectral plume,
Lost in the forest's endless gloom.

The north wind howls, a wolf's lament,
For the summer's life, forever spent.
I am the spirit of the bitter cold,
A story of silence, centuries old


Winter forest

For the Sun, for the Moon, for the Wind, for the River, for the Soil, for the Blood.

And for Jerry :-)

P.S. the picture displays Kolovrat, the ancient slavic heathen symbol of the Sun.

New pagan

An experiment based on a part of the poem from Dhenz (thank you):

lyrics:
Your hands moving down on me 
Your lips teasing kiss mine to be 
Your eyes staring want something more 
Your body moves like a cannon ball 

take it off my body's on 
i set on fire as you move at all 
facing you 
staring your eyes 
requested you 
make love with mine.. 

Come to me

Sometime – Eugene Field

Last night, my darling, as you slept,
I thought I heard you sigh,
And to your little crib I crept,
And watched a space thereby;
And then I stooped and kissed your brow,
For oh! I love you so--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know!

Some time when, in a darkened place
Where others come to weep,
Your eyes shall look upon a face
Calm in eternal sleep,
The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow,
The patient smile shall show--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you may know!

Look backward, then, into the years,
And see me here to-night--
See, O my darling! how my tears
Are falling as I write;
And feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know. 

Sometime

Bogorodice Djevo

another classic poem from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.

Autumn within

Another poem from H. van Dyke I arranged with piano, synth cellos and ALT flutes (new!). Really fast work during this night, really simple music, but really strong poem. Enjoy, my friends...:-)

Departure – Henry van Dyke
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, 
And why is the garden so gay?
Do you know that my days of delight are done,
Do you know I am going away?
If you covered your face with a cloud, I 'd dream
You were sorry for me in my pain,
And the heads of the flowers all bowed would seem
To be weeping with me in the rain. 

But why is your head so low, sweet heart,
And why are your eyes overcast?
Are they clouded because you know we must part,
Do you think this embrace is our last?
Then kiss me again, and again, and again,
Look up as you bid me good-bye!
For your face is too dear for the stain of a tear,
And your smile is the sun in my sky. 

VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXx7OmUn2kc

Departure

That moment before it starts to rain

The message – Henry van Dyke
Waking from tender sleep,
My neighbour's little child
Put out his baby hand to me,
Looked in my face, and smiled.

It seemed as if he came
Home from a happy land,
To tell me something that my heart
Would surely understand.

Somewhere, among bright dreams,
A child that once was mine
Had whispered wordless love to him,
And given him a sign.

Comfort of kindly speech,
And counsel of the wise,
Have helped me less than what I read
In those deep-smiling eyes.

Sleep sweetly, little friend,
And dream again of heaven:
With double love I kiss your hand,--
Your message has been given. 


The message

Two poems by Allan Ginsberg in one song, enjoy and feel free to criticize :-)

A western ballad – Allan Ginsberg

When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
I wearied in an endless maze
that men have walked for centuries,
as endless as the gate was wide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
there was a war in the upper air:
all that happens, happens there;
there was an angel by my side
when I died, love, when I died. 
______________

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

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