1947   Music and lyrics by Red Evans and David Mann

No Moon at All

"In the forest, stars shine bright,
Quiet whispers, pierce the night,
Magic, beauty, everywhere,
Night songs, fill the air"
- Poem/Lyrics by Francess Harris

A companion piece to "The Forest Sleeps."
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"The Forest Sings" - Words & Music by Francess Harris - Copyright 2025
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The Forest Sings

Inspired by Brahms' Cello Sonata No.1 in E- Op.38 No. l Allegro, we transform his vision ... busking on the streets of Dundlod, near New Delhi.  Dual sitars, santur and our beloved Priya on percussion.
Excursion from reality: https://youtu.be/ACrT2qsrFZs?t=9

Street Excursion

Inspired by Cécile Chaminade's Arabesque No.1 Op.61  (Paris 1892)  
On vacation with ThrillMonkey, feeling the rush !!  Catch him @ThrillMonkey
Bonjour Cécile: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%A9cile_Chaminade

Batignolles Monkey Business

"Cherish your yesterdays, dream your tomorrows, but live your todays." 
  - William A. Ward

🎂 I have just completed another 365-day trip around the sun, as one year ends and a new one begins. This milestone is familiar, as I am now officially twice the age I was when my oldest son was born. (Where did the time go?)

This time of year invariably leads me to reminisce, while simultaneously looking to the future. In reflection, I am always grateful and amazed to have overcome some very tough times, while my heart is filled with joy from revisiting wonderful memories.  Above all, I am thankful not only for the gift of life, but also for the fact that there is no age limit for dreaming. (Thank goodness! 😊) Every new day dawns with promise, bringing us the opportunity not only to pursue our dreams but also to make a meaningful difference.  

These thoughts provided some inspiration for an improvisation today.  (Recorded on my "senior" Yamaha Clavinova, which has completed nearly 26 trips around the sun! 😊)

Wishing everyone listening more joyous days and continued dreams for the future.

To Reminisce and Dream

Inspired by Paraguayan Virtuoso Agustin Barrios' Mangore Vals Op.8 No.4, I reach for my trusty six string as the clock sweeps past midnight.

Midnight Tracking

Chopin's Nocturne No. 20 in C# Minor 🎹 Still finding the flow :)

Nocturne No20 in Csharp Minor

As we approach the holiday season, carols will soon fill the air alongside larger works like Handel’s oratorio, "Messiah," which is a favorite of mine. When I was a child, my parents played Handel’s music in our home during the holidays, and in college, I sang his well-known works with the rest of our chorale.  

One movement, “All We Like Sheep,” makes me think of the biblical parable about the Good Shepherd, who leaves his flock to rescue one sheep that wanders off. I love this story for a number of reasons, but especially because it conveys the message that everyone matters to God, even when we wander and become lost. This parable, found in Luke 15 and Matthew 18, provided the inspiration for my composition, "The Rescue."

The first 25 seconds tell the story of the sheep wandering off, while the rest of the music follows the shepherd’s lengthy search. Throughout the piece, you will hear a recurring major chord that signifies a glimmer of hope as the shepherd continues his search. The shepherd nears the end of his journey when the music begins to slow down, and the very last chord represents the moment of discovery and rescue. The lost sheep is finally found and gently cradled in the shepherd's arms to return home.

The Rescue

Many thanks to vent d’ouest (Henri) for adding his beautiful lyrics to my original piano composition and transforming it into a lovely ambient arrangement.  He writes and produces wonderfully creative music with poetic lyrics, which you can hear on his SoundCloud page.  

For Henri's lyrics (in French and English), see below.  

A Time to Reflect

Sur le Pont des Soupirs
Par un beau soir d’été
Un sourire a suffi
à noyer les regrets

Sous le Pont Mirabeau
Avec Apollinaire
On a vu l’avenir
Enjamber le passé

Alors on a repris
Les routes traversières
En rêvant de gondole
Sous un ciel de Turner

L’automne bénissant
Le long baiser d’hiver
Le printemps finissant
Sur la Seine éphémère

Lassé des guerres lasses
Et des soifs de pouvoir
Garde du temps qui passe
Ce que te dit le Soir :
« Ce qu’il te faut chérir
Ce qu’il te faut garder
Un temps pour réfléchir
Tout le temps pour s’aimer. ».
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A Time to Reflect

On the Bridge of Sighs
On a beautiful summer evening
A smile was enough
to drown regrets

Under the Mirabeau Bridge
With Apollinaire
We saw the future
Straddling the past

So we resumed
Crossing roads
Dreaming of a gondola
Under a Turner Sky

The Blessing Autumn
The Long Winter Kiss
Spring is coming to an end
On the ephemeral Seine

Tired of wars, weary
And lusts for power
Keeping up with the passing of time
What Le Soir tells you:
"What you should cherish
What to keep
A time to reflect
All the time to love . ».

Henri Elie (November 24, 2025)
For the music of Francess Harris

A Time to Reflect  (version chantée)

Inspired by Sergei Rachmaninoff's 10 Preludes Op.23 No.4 in D Major - Andante Cantabile.
Moving from mortality to a fully celestialized sphere in a blink of an eye.

Celestialized

Hamba Light is a high-energy Amapiano 2.0 club anthem — futuristic, hypnotic, and built for late-night dancefloors.
Bright South African vocals glide over rolling log drums, punchy shakers, and Afro-Tech synth lines, creating a euphoric festival groove.

The hook “We go dancing through the night… Hamba Light” loops like a trance, blending SA chant culture with modern electronic finesse.
A track made for clubs, rooftop sets, and global amapiano playlists — uplifting, rhythmic, and impossible not to move to.

🎶 Style: Amapiano 2.0 / Afro-Tech Piano
🔥 Mood: euphoric, danceable, bright, hypnotic
🗣️ Language: English + isiZulu dance commands
📍 South Africa — 2025

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No Moon at All

Linda A Krause