Life Is So Beautiful

Beneath the vast expanse of azure skies,
Where rivers dance and mighty eagles soar,
Life's beauty in its purest form does rise,
And beckons us to cherish it the more.

The laughter of a child, so free and clear,
A tender touch, a warm and loving gaze,
In every moment, beauty draws near,
Illuminating all our nights and days.

The bloom of flowers, a symphony at dawn,
The whispered breeze, the ocean's timeless call,
In life's great tapestry, we are but drawn,
To see the beauty that connects us all.

So let us hold this truth within our sight,
Life's beauty shines, in love and in light.

Life Is So Beautiful

In My Mind

In My Mind -with AnandaTuk

Sueños

Inspired by Domenico Scarlatti Sonata In D minor K.5
Run for cover, sniper appears out of nowhere...alarms ring out !!
Compare:  https://youtu.be/XpJD1UdwjwE

Deadly Dance

Only A Dream

In twilight's hush, my thoughts to you take wing,
A tender whisper through the night's embrace.
A dream of love, where silent passions sing,
And time's relentless march, we briefly chase.

Beneath the moon's soft glow, we dance, entwined,
Our shadows merge, a single silhouette.
A fleeting touch, a glance that seems to bind,
Our souls in dreams where longing hearts have met.

Yet dawn's cruel light reveals the stark truth clear,
The warmth of you was but a dream's sweet lie.
I reach for you, find only night's cold tear,
A phantom love that fades as stars die.

Only a dream, yet in my heart you stay,
A cherished ghost, in night's soft cradle lay.

Only A Dream

Inspired by Leo Brouwer's "Un Dia De Noviembr"
The last spring storms pass through Southern California, I take a moment for total immersion

Rain on Me

The Breeze And The Leaves

In the heart of the ancient Irish wood, 
Where emerald leaves whisper secrets old, 
The breeze dances with the leaves, soft and free, 
Their union a dance of life and mystery.

The breeze, a troubadour, weaves its sweet song, 
Caressing each leaf with tender embrace, 
Their rustling notes echo through the glade, 
A symphony of time, in that sacred space.

Leaves, like ancient manuscripts, unfold, 
Their veins etched with tales of forgotten lore, 
They flutter, eager to share their wisdom, 
As the breeze listens, yearning for more.

And so they dance, the breeze and the leaves, 
In the Irish forest, where magic weaves.

The Breeze And The Leaves

Inspired by Frédéric Chopin - 12 Etudes Op.10 No.9 - Allegro Molto Agitato In F  
Dedicated to so many families with lost loved ones

Untimely Ascension

Times Mist

In the dawn's hushed breath, a veil unfurls,
A mist that clings to ancient stones and trees,
Obscuring memories of distant worlds,
Where time dissolves and whispers on the breeze.

Through dew-kissed meadows, spectral shadows roam,
Their footsteps fading into yesteryears,
As morning sun ignites the mist to foam,
Revealing secrets lost to mortal fears.

Within this shrouded realm, the past converges,
Where moments blend like watercolors gray,
And echoes of forgotten lives emerge,
Brief glimpses of eternity at play.

So let us wander through this veiled domain,
Where time and memory entwine again.

Times Mist

Remembering

Remembering, like whispers in the dusk,
The fragments of our yesterdays unfold,
A tapestry of moments, frayed and old,
Where shadows dance, and memories, they trust.

The scent of rain on cobblestone streets,
The echo of a half-forgotten song,
The taste of salt upon the ocean's tongue,
All woven into time's relentless beat.

We trace our steps along the faded shore,
Where footprints merge with waves that ebb and flow,
And seek the solace of what once was known.

Yet memory, a fickle muse, we implore,
To weave our pasts into a tale of grace,
As we embrace the fading light's embrace.

Remembering

Behold

Behold the whisper of the ancient trees, 
Their gnarled roots entwined in earth’s embrace, 
Each leaf a secret whispered on the breeze, 
A tale of love and loss, of time and space.

Behold the river’s dance, its liquid grace, 
Its silver ripples weaving dreams untold, 
A mirror to the moon’s celestial face, 
Reflecting mysteries that time can’t hold.

Behold the stars, those distant sparks of fire, 
Their ancient light still reaching through the night, 
A cosmic lullaby, a silent choir, 
Guiding wanderers with their gentle light.

Behold, my love, the world in every hue, 
For in your eyes, I find eternity’s view.

Behold

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

Life Is So Beautiful

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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