With my friends Mico N. Aquino and Yvonne-Nikola Fontaine we wrote a new piece every day!
Here are my submissions to the project and you can follow the links here to see all the videos with scores :-))))))))))))))))

https://www.youtube.com/@AnatoArchives/videos
https://www.youtube.com/@MicoAquinoComposer/videos
https://www.youtube.com/@MatthewLeeKnowles/videos

DAY ONE: LASER POINTER CAT PIANO

IMAGE: sunrise in WHITBARK COUNTRY….intense HOT DROUGHT, skies opaque with wildfire smoke, and a government gone to hell. September at 2250m, Eagle Cap Wilderness, OREGON

TEXT of poem in original English version….https://soundcloud.com/cliff-crego/diabolus-in-cannabis

MUSIC:  StarCYCLE DUO for two drmkits https://soundcloud.com/cliff-crego/clouds-and-clocks-1-m4a

DIABOLUS IN CANNABIS, Dutch version “‘t Duiveltje in Cannabis” with two drumkits

Little Piano Fugues Book 3 No.15 'Gigue' (2025) Nicolas Kingman

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/otra-vez-a-olvidar
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/otra-vez-a-olvidar-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/otra-vez-a-olvidar-version-instrumental

OTRA VEZ A OLVIDAR

Me encuentro de nuevo solo
sin nadie a mi alrededor
de nuevo soy aquel otro 
el amigo del dolor;
casi no me reconozco
pues de ser dueño y señor
de tu cuerpo, de tus ojos...
he pasado a ser tu error.

La historia se ha repetido
ya por enésima vez
me encuentro otra vez sumido
en preguntas y en porqués
que atormentan mis sentidos
y me quieren convencer
de que el verdugo es el cariño
disfrazado de mujer.

Estribillo

Otra vez a olvidar
otra vez a llorar
otra vez a intentar
apagar ese fuego
que encendiste en mi cuerpo
pues hoy ya eres recuerdo.

Otra vez a olvidar
otra vez a llorar
otra vez a escapar
del volcán de tu imagen
que enfurece mis mares
y zozobra mis naves.

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Confío en que la experiencia
me enseñe a diferenciar
lo que son puras quimeras
de lo que es la realidad;
he de encontrar la manera
que me ayude a capear
contra corriente y marea
este nuevo temporal.

La historia se ha repetido
ya por enésima vez
me encuentro otra vez sumido
en preguntas y en porqués
que atormentan mis sentidos
y me quieren convencer
de que el verdugo es el cariño
disfrazado de mujer.

Estribillo

FORGETTING AGAIN

I find myself alone again
with no one around me
once again I am that other
friend of pain;
I hardly recognize myself
because from being the master
of your body, of your eyes...
I have become your mistake.

History has repeated itself
for the umpteenth time
I find myself once again immersed
in questions and whys
that torment my senses
and want to convince me
that the executioner is love
disguised as a woman.

Chorus

Forgetting again
Crying again
Trying again
To put out that fire
You lit in my body
because today you are already a memory.

Forgetting again
Crying again
Escape again
From the volcano of your image
That enrages my seas
And capsizes my ships.

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I trust that experience will teach me to differentiate between pure illusions and reality; I must find a way to help me weather this new storm against the current and the tide.

History has repeated itself for the umpteenth time. I find myself once again immersed in questions and whys that torment my senses and want to convince me that the executioner is love disguised as a woman.

Chorus

Otra vez a olvidar

Composed while thinking of 19th-century Paris

Paris Waltz

Here is the second track of the Peace Trilogy. I hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you for your support.

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

(from Angels We Have Heard On High)
From a traditional French song called "Les Anges dans nos campagnes", with paraphrased English lyrics by James Chadwick.

Peace Trllogy

Peace Trilogy

Peace No. 02 (Trilogy)

My mum always played the piano in her slippers, her mother did not want her to damaged the instrument.  She even took her slippers to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama exam, she thought everyone played the piano in slippers. So I recorded a favourite track of hers, in one take, which I was very happy with, though I did shed a tear as I put my slippers on.

The music for "Blueberry Hill" was composed by Vincent Rose with lyrics written by Larry Stock and Al Lewis. The song was turned down by another publisher until being bought and published in 1940 by Chappell & Company. The song was recorded over ten times that year.

Blueberry Hill (Vincent Rose, Larry Stock & Al Lewis)

Fantaisie orchestrale

Picturesque for Orchestra (2025) Nicolas Kingman

a northern twilight

I'll follow you back when SC lifts the follower limit (!)
Loving listening to everyone's music on here :-))))))))))

DAY ONE: LASER POINTER CAT PIANO

Matthew Lee Knowles

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