Anna Heller plays piano composition "The Bell" from piano cycle "Three haiku" by Ukrainian composer Tetiana Afanasenko inspired by the poetry of Japanese poets. Dedicated to the Prof. Tetiana Olexandrivna Roshchina. 

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Tetiana Afanasenko - The Bell

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BPM = 124
Key = C Major


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Original Track
https://soundcloud.com/sphaerasportal/tell-me-how-to-live-2022

by @soundcloud.com/sphaerasportal

Tell Me How To Live - Sphaera's Portal  (Laar Remix)

Lonely

Looking at billboards painted bright and high
Selling dreams to the broken telling them to buy
Mother’s counting pennies father’s on their knees
Looking for a break from these inequities

From New York to Berlin it’s all the same
Cities built on the backs they won’t elevate
One day oh one day before too long
The fire in the streets will blaze a new song

Chains on the renters cuffs on the poor
Tell me who’s winning in this crooked war
Politicians talking but they don’t know the pain
Where the hungry hands reach out in the cold rain

From New York to Berlin it’s all the same
Cities built on the backs they won’t elevate
One day oh one day before too long
The fire in the streets will blaze a new song

Those billboards flashing wealth streets all lined in gold
But it’s all just a show ain’t that what we’ve been told
Houses grow tall wages stay low
Choking out dreams so come and let 'em know

From New York to Berlin it’s all the same
Cities built on the backs they won’t elevate
One day oh one day before too long
The fire in the streets will blaze a new song

From New York to Berlin it’s all the same
Cities built on the backs they won’t elevate
One day oh one day before too long
The fire in the streets will blaze a new song

Billboard World Rap Blues (with Joliz)

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

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Classy Day Dreaming

The Life Of Mitty Revisited

Elo à tous, 
Voici ma toute nouvelle composition et création pour piano.
J'interprète au piano "ReBelle".
Ecrit en octobre 2024 et enregistré le 8 novembre 2024.
N'hésitez pas à écouter au casque.
Bonne écoute.
Voici le lien YouTube pour vous abonnez si vous appréciez mon travail. 
Hello to all, 
Here is my brand new composition and creation for piano.
I perform “ReBelle” on the piano.
Written in October 2024 and recorded on November 8, 2024.
Feel free to listen on headphones.
Good listening.
Here is the YouTube link to subscribe if you like my work

https://youtu.be/mECd-4SE-2U

ReBelle – Original emotional Piano

just beginning

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