First Light

For solo violin, strings, french horns, Wagner tubes, oboes, vibraphone, timpani and cymbal.

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Photo by Marco Chilese on Unsplash

Ritorno

I know I could have worked this track a lot more. I could have re-done the guitar and got rid of the noises and fluffed notes, but sometimes the imperfections are what makes a track. I'm very imperfect, so this is a honest portrayal of my music. 

Little things help us remember. Mementoes that Marie Kondo even  allows you a box for. And sometimes its the strangest things that make us remember and shed a tear for something lost.


All my favorite chords recycled and played again... and I still have not learned a new picking pattern. And what do you know, another song without a hook or chorus... 

 




The Box

A single drop earring
A cuff link without its twin
A button, And a key
that once unwound sardine tin

A coin from a distant land
An acorn without its cup
A shoelace and a strapless watch
who’s time was long ago up

All these things she keeps hidden, locked in a box
buried in a drawer, deep beneath her socks 
All these little lost things, which she stumbled on then kept
Each now worthless, like memories she fears she’ll forget.

A shiny seashell
A stone, stripped black and grey
A jigsaw piece, A rusting badge
from a happy Birthday

An empty sweet wrapper
An straightened paper clip
A knotted string and a bead
Who’s smooth sparkle now is chipped

Once she lost something special so hoards these things she finds
Hoping now in keeping, to balance the past time.
She’s no longer careless, she has learned to hold tight.
And if she finds love again she’ll risk it this time, she really might

A counter from a board game
A faceless gold locket
A safety pin and a needle 
with green thread still caught in it

There’s a ribbon that once tied letters
And a tear that fell alone
A ring and a shard of a heart 
that’s fragile though now regrown 

Because of the reckless way 
she let her love be lost 
She guards these things safely, 
locked in a box

The Box

Forgetting

What if you were asleep? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went up to the sky and picked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, after waking up, you held the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834), English poet and literary critic

Picture found on:
https://www.kunstnet.de/werk/328492-wenn-die-nacht-kommt
Artist: "Mariola"

Was, wenn du schliefest? Und was, wenn du, in deinem Schlafe, träumtest? Und was, wenn du in deinem Traume, zum Himmel stiegest und dort eine seltsame und wunderschöne Blume pflücktest? Und was, wenn du, nachdem du erwachtest, die Blume in deiner Hand hieltest? Ah, was dann?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834), englischer Lyriker und Literaturkritiker

An Untold Dream

Please check the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQmZoeuzV7Q
Vocalized by Bruce Conover ("Triangulation")
soundcloud.com/conover/triangulation-demo-idea2

As Long As Rain Whispers

Watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ-jzovhn2M

Uploaded with AudioShare app - http://kymatica.com/audioshare

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Arrival (with video)

The Rain

I wrote this piece a while ago, I hope you'll enjoy listening....

Ma bagatelle opus 12

What You Need & Where You Go

This is my musical ode to Agatha Christie.
Photo by Etienne Desclides

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The Veiled Isle

Electronic, Ambient, Space Music, Chill Out, Modern Classical, Soundtrack, Piano Solo, Covers. Surfing the waves across genres
https://campsite.bio/echosonica

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