Dreaming Part 2

Waiting for Spring, is the title track of my new album, available at https://timhopkins2.bandcamp.com/album/waiting-for-spring.  Winters where I live in Canada, can be long and harsh.  We always look forward to springtime.

Bandcamp

Waiting for Spring

Envelope Chaser

Short demo for Found Strings sample library by Christian Henson

https://www.pianobook.co.uk/packs/found-strings/

Arrival

Reposted with the added vocals of Lien.  My many thanks to Lien for graciously enriching this composition with his amazing talent. You can find more of Lien's wonderful music here https://soundcloud.com/lien-thag

Inspired by the poem "The Peace of Wild Things" by the American poet Wendall Berry.

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

The Peace of Wild Things (featuring Lien)

A very quick idea from my morning walk by the river.

Two Miles Per Hour

I hesitated to upload this one.  It was written as an expression of my sorrow over the recent loss of a dear friend to illness. I don't believe it's an easy listen and is texturally and harmonically dark at times.  I hope it also expresses at least some of the love I held and still hold for my friend.

Funeral for a Friend

cooku

Another work in progress! I've got the feeling I'm almost there with this track, but not quite. Maybe it needs something more. Or maybe something less. 

Wayback (w.i.p.)

The Battle of Passchendaele was a major World War I campaign fought by the Allies against the German Empire on the Western Front from July to November 1917.  It is widely remembered as a vivid symbol of the horrific fighting conditions, particularly the deep mud, and immense casualties for minimal strategic gain. The village of Passchendaele was eventually captured by Canadian troops on November 6, 1917, and the nearby ridge was secured by November 10, when the campaign ground to a halt. The advance was a mere five miles, achieved at an enormous cost of an estimated 275,000 to over 400,000 Allied casualties and around 220,000 to 400,000 German casualties. The ground gained was ultimately abandoned by the British in the face of a German offensive the following year. The name "Passchendaele" has since become synonymous with the brutal and often futile nature of trench warfare during the First World War.

Dreaming Part 2

Jim Sanger