The stretched and overlapped mix of orchestral tones create a somber and poignant story. 2:10 the delicate, eerie piano prepares us for the tragic conclusion to come! Magnificent!

Here at 2:55, the flutes play a seductive, mystical and beautiful melody disappearing into darkness

Wunderbar magische Atmosphäre, voll von Tragik. Super sauber inszeniert und arrangiert. Gefällt mir sehr gut, Frank. 💛🎶

tolle mystische Atmosphäre... wunderfoller Klangteppich ...herausragender Ambienttrack mit klasse Keltik-Note zum Ende hin

This is fabulous Frank! Beautiful! 👍👍

THE SAD CORONATION 👸
 
There was a King Milesint, 
Of whom I will tell you: 
He assassinated his brother's child, 
Wanted to wear the crown himself. 
The coronation was celebrated with pomp 
At Liffey Castle. 
O Ireland! Ireland! were you so blind? 

The king sits at midnight 
In the empty marble hall, 
Looks astray at all the new splendor, 
As if drunk with the feast; 
He speaks to his son: 
"Once more bring the crown! 
But look, who has opened the gates?"

Then comes a strange play of the dead, 
A procession with silent footsteps, 
Hooded guests great and many, 
A crown sways in the midst; 
It pushes through the gate 
With whispers without words; 
The king, he is so spiritually dizzy. 

And from the black crowd looks 
A child with a fresh wound; 
He smiles with dying pain and nods, 
He makes the rounds in the hall, 
He paces to the throne, 
He hands a crown 
To the king, whose heart is deeply shocked. 

Thereupon the procession swept away, 
Intoxicated by the morning air, 
The candles flicker whimsically, 
The moon at the window listens; 
The son with fear and silence 
To his father would lean, - 
He leans over a corpse.

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Die traurige Krönung 
 
Es war ein König Milesint, 
Von dem will ich euch sagen: 
Der meuchelte sein Bruderskind, 
Wollte selbst die Krone tragen. 
Die Krönung ward mit Prangen 
Auf Liffey-Schloß begangen. 
O Irland! Irland! warest du so blind? 

Der König sitzt um Mitternacht 
Im leeren Marmorsaale, 
Sieht irr in all die neue Pracht, 
Wie trunken von dem Mahle; 
Er spricht zu seinem Sohne: 
"Noch einmal bring die Krone! 
Doch schau, wer hat die Pforten aufgemacht?"

Da kommt ein seltsam Totenspiel, 
Ein Zug mit leisen Tritten, 
Vermummte Gäste groß und viel, 
Eine Krone schwankt inmitten; 
Es drängt sich durch die Pforte 
Mit Flüstern ohne Worte; 
Dem Könige, dem wird so geisterschwül. 

Und aus der schwarzen Menge blickt 
Ein Kind mit frischer Wunde; 
Es lächelt sterbensweh und nickt, 
Es macht im Saal die Runde, 
Es trippelt zu dem Throne, 
Es reichet eine Krone 
Dem Könige, des Herze tief erschrickt. 

Darauf der Zug von dannen strich, 
Von Morgenluft berauschet, 
Die Kerzen flackern wunderlich, 
Der Mond am Fenster lauschet; 
Der Sohn mit Angst und Schweigen 
Zum Vater tät sich neigen, – 
Er neiget über eine Leiche sich.

𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑀ö𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 (1804 - 1875), 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝓏ä𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

par interim

Unfortunately SC once again doesn't allow regular comments. I'm trapped in a continuous loop to solve a puzzle, send the comment and it opens again this puzzle page that wants to check if SC is dealing with a robot...
🤖

When I don't have the time to actively listen to my favorite artists on soundcloud, I just leave the stream running...while washing up in the kitchen, for example 😆

By the way: this user-92853963 was my old link address and leads to the empty.... I AM NOT A ROBOT!

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A long, long time ago, there was an organ in the Christmas-decorated living room in his parents' house, where Frank grew up. Originally bought by his father for his two older siblings, they showed no interest in playing the organ. Frank, however, did. White and black keys and giving off strange sounds. 

So at the age of 9 he began to let his fingers circle on this instrument, searching for the right keys like on a typewriter. And another 9 years would pass before he could buy his first own instrument. Already at the age of 13 he made notes about the then current synthesizers, bought one magazine after the other and visited music fairs in Frankfurt, Germany.

His first keyboard was the Yamaha DSR-2000, which he bought in a music store near his hometown Biebertal. In installments! Finally he could develop himself further - away from the limited tonality of the small organ. The built-in 8-track sequencer helped him to reach unimagined heights. 
Little by little his equipment expanded and his ambition to create music like that of Jean-Michel Jarres came closer. Influenced by this and countless other musicians of the time, his interest grew, but he taught himself everything. Not even having attended a music school or being able to read music at all, he wrote one song after another and recorded them on the only medium available to him at the time: audio cassettes.
Many of these recordings are unfortunately lost forever, because cassettes are and were not the best recording medium. He has to try to play many of his songs from memory. 

In 2007, he fulfilled a long-awaited wish: to buy a KORG. He had always wanted to own one, but with the latest synthesizers at the time of their release having a purchase price of over 6000 D-marks (the currency of the time in the 1980s and 1990s), that dream of owning one was far away. So in 2007 he bought a used KORG 01W/FD at ebay. And as before with the purchase of the Yamaha keyboard, a completely new world opened up to him.

In addition, there were expanders and sound modules from Kawai, Roland and Yamaha (K1m, SC-55, QY10). Six years later his enthusiasm for making music ebbed and rediscovered his hobby (which it always was and still is). In 2018 in April he decided to present his music to a wider audience and uploaded his first song on the platform soundcloud. Since that time, thanks also to the ever-evolving software, he continues to evolve, experiment and relive his times through music.

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