So beautiful Liz!  Really loving your feel on this one.  So emotional!

This is such a charming and gentle piece.. and your playing is so delightful. Always a great pleasure listening to your wonderful works, Liz!

Quand on a besoin de douceur, d'une musique qui berce, il faut aller dire bonjour à Liz car chez elle il y a toujours plein de romantisme et d'harmonie, superbe composition et merci pour le repos de l'âme dans votre musique :)

Exceedingly lovely, Liz...always a pleasure to visit your page

When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

Questa canzone è dedicata a mio padre Dino Salvatori.
https://dinosalvatori.weebly.com

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La realtà somiglia ad un fiume che scorre incessante nel mare dei ricordi. In quell'accumulo invisibile che chiamiamo memoria, spesso andiamo in cerca delle nostre cose più care, nell'inane tentativo di non perderle per sempre. È questo il tema di un dialogo immaginario tra due amici che provano a trovare un senso allo scorrere inesorabile del tutto.


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A un tratto sei partito
Dal porto il tuo veliero 
Andava via leggero
E non ti ho più sentito
Ferito ti ho inseguito 
Ma il tuo volto si allontana
Sempre più sbiadito 

Tu lo sai quanto segno 
Hai lasciato tra noi
Che sei stato un gigante
Un condottiero/guerriero
La tua spada era sempre 
E soltanto pensiero 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi
Lo troverai (lo troverai) 

Allora forse
Ho capito dici che
Se la vita è perduta
In un lampo in un minuto 
Ciò che abbiamo vissuto 
Non scompare all'istante 
Come avevo temuto 

Del tempo compianto
Grumi di istanti di vita
Come per incanto
Si addensano in memorie
Più vive delle storie 
Senza alcun rimpianto 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai (lo troverai)
E non saremo mai troppo distanti
Se la memoria di una vita 
È un sole che arde dentro di te 

Se vai nei ricordi
Nei ricordi 
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai


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Mes Pensées

There was blood...
There was blood on the doorframes 
of the homes that were spared
as the weeping of Egyptian mothers 
was heard through the night. 
Innocents died. 
Mysterious are the ways of the righteous fights.

So strange...
So strange that innocent blood is the price of freedom.
We were told to eat and drink to remember.
And, as I seat at the sacred table, 
I refrain from looking around, searching for the traitor.
It could be me…
It could be me...

Mysterious Are The Ways (based ond Debra Bueskings' "The Sound of Memory" solo piano version)

Autumn comes, and the darkness soon will cover the light of the sun. Soon all of us will be just victims of the darkness. And as darkness is coming something sweet and beautiful approaches our hearts.

Elegie (for left hand)

In the desert, sand winds sweep
Endless dunes in silence sleep.
Beneath the sun, so harsh, so bright
A quiet strength in golden light.

Composer: Shirley Ly
Violinist: Suzannah Quirke
Cellist: William Lui

© SHIRLEY LY

Desert Sands 沙漠 by Shirley Ly | Piano Quintet

Echo

Trace

01 - Fountain of Life

Let us sit by the brook and forget about the world.

Mountain Murmer

Solo Piano.  Created in Real-Time LIVE at St. Wenceslaus Church, St. Louis MO.

Year of Music: August 19, 2025

My daughter's quote...






























"Angels talking through your music....."

I hope you will enjoy listening......

Thank you for your time here....

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Liz Dicker

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