Name: Desert Sky by michael bryan gray
Duration: 2 min 19 s
Description: relaxing piano instrumental music for studying, chilling out, or unwinding after a long day

Anna Heller plays piano composition "The Bell" from piano cycle "Three haiku" by Ukrainian composer Tetiana Afanasenko inspired by the poetry of Japanese poets. Dedicated to the Prof. Tetiana Olexandrivna Roshchina. 

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Tetiana Afanasenko - The Bell

This Rain piece is dreamy and relaxing with some frivolous parts, like rain can be..... The sheet music (piano) is available for € 2,99. Send me a message for the purchase. Or see serge4music.nl

Rain

This is my entry for Ryan Leach's April 2024 composing competition. The task was to compose a piece to a picture of Mont Saint Michel behind a field of flowers (with a max. length of 90 seconds).

For the composition process I pictured the following story / imaginary movie in my head:
A little boy travels to Mont Saint Michel to join the monastry as a novice. On his way he passes a beautiful field of flowers. He's cheerful, light-footed and almost dancing.
When he discovers the monastry in the distance he gets overwhelmed by awe.
In the last passage, we see the boy growing up in the monastry and becoming an educated, well respected young monk.

The Little Novice

relaxing piano instrumental music for studying, chilling out, or unwinding after a long day

Desert Sky

Piece for Winds, Strings and Piano

Soundtracks 24

Inspiration No. 04

Butterfly

Mystic Unity is a musical journey that crosses borders and shows the beauty in the connection between cultures. Through the fusion of Arabic sounds and Western harmonies, I want to celebrate the diversity and depth of two musical worlds and show what can happen when we are open to each other.

Mystic Unity invites us to embrace different perspectives and discover the unknown ... melodies and rhythms merge in a unique way. I look forward to taking you on this journey and hope it inspires you.

DAW Cubase
Halion Sonic 7
Groove Agent SE
Retrologue 2
Padshop 2
Colors LoFi Tapes
Framedrum X3M
Transverse
Hybrid Hit
Verve
Kalimba
Moroccan Vocal Phrases
Olympus Choir Elements
Mimi Page
Wave Cre 8
Evo Elysium
Flux
Navi Harp
Habitat by Domink Eulberg
Halion Symphonic Orchestra
Kontakt Etheral Earth
Ocular Sounds

125 bpm

Picture by Ralf Seemann on Pixabay

mystic unity

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Amber is a beautiful color and I got inspiration by it making this. It's more of a mood impression in the same tone. I think it fits as a follow up from Indigo.

Amber

Chased By Shadows

As a pianist and composer, I've spent a lifetime exploring the depths of music. Recently transitioning from a career in technology, I've found solace and joy in the simplicity of composing melodies that speak to the soul. It's a journey of self-discovery, guided by a profound reverence for the beauty of music and its ability to touch hearts.

Desert Sky

michael bryan gray

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