a few months ago, Fivos asked me, if I would play to one of his piano pieces. Finally I had time to record and it was a great pleasure to feel myself into his wonderful music. 
you can hear the original version here: https://soundcloud.com/fivosvalachis/nocturne-29-oct-looping

Don't miss his wonderful music, find him @FivosValachis


Nocturne    -    fivosvalachis/jensfelger

part time RJ/DJ, loves discovering various music from world over, all types, from meditative to dance floor acid jazz.  Maintain a blog on India, we2ours2.in

Time is different in music.
 Close and friendly it is drifting by
sometimes flying, sometimes even 
standing still, but never passing. 
Nothing gets lost – the first tone 
is not older than the last one.

All music is child of its time, but not bound by time. 
It arises from moments and lives in people.  
Listening to music you make it your own.

My name is Jens Felger and I live in the southwest of Germany.
I'm a composer, guitarist & music teacher.
I love music of nearly every style and I live music whenever I can.
Creating & listening to music is my elixir of life.
The classical guitar is my musical base camp and at the moment 
I'm concentrated on creating music for this instrument. 
I'm not focussed on a specific style but I can't deny my classical background.

recently I had the great honour of being soundclouder of the day
http://soundcloud.tumblr.com/post/55093681730/soundcloud-of-the-day-jens-felger-jens-felger

Sharing music and the emotions within on social networks gives me a peace I've never expected. Being part of this amazing & inspiring community on soundcloud changes the way I hear music, I feel music and influences the way I create music. Thanks to all of you for your fantastic support, this means a lot to me.

Music is the last retreat for peace of mind. And I deeply believe that each music has its own way of making us recall a story, either sad or happy :)


Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

______


A light which lives on what the flames devour
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch
a crucifixion by a single wound
a sky and earth that darken by each hour
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.


- Federico García Lorca

العابرون سريعاً جميلون. لا يتركون ثقلَ ظلّ. ربما غباراً قليلاً، سُرعان ما يختفي، الأكثر جمالاً بيننا، المتخلّي عن حضوره.

- وديع سعادة "عزيزي"