A beautiful and delicate touch piano overlaps with a wonderful melody.

Endless Sky

G.I.Gurdjieff / T.Hartmann - Song of the Aisors (version for two violins)

The Looking-Glass

Here is a new track written with a new collaborator, vocalist Elvya. @elvyadulcimer brings her wonderful heavenly vocals to this Celtic track and Jordi Storm lends his voice on harmony.  We hope Willows Waltz will transport you to a peaceful spring day, laying by a river bank under the gently swaying boughs of a willow tree.

Elvya - Vocals and Harmonies
Philleann - Music and Instruments
Jordi Storm - Harmony Vocal

Written by Philip Dale & Elvya

Willow's Waltz (Philleann & Elvya)

Sunday morning...a moment to improvise something at the piano, with that typical feeling of a relaxed and chill start of the day.

Sunday Morning

Welcome to the third part of this very personal and emotional 4-Movement-Symphony !

An orchestral work about "HOME" is a great undertaking, with high expectations, which one actually almost has to fail at.
Therefore, I embark on a personal journey of thought and try to paint musical pictures with four movements from different viewpoints.

The first movement, introduced by a pathetic orchestral forte meanders - moves across stylistic zones, sometimes on the borderline of classical tonality, sometimes loud and self-confident, then desperate, often romantic and peaceful from scene to scene.
Fugue-like quotations are juxtaposed with post-romantic sequences. Film music-like moments duel with almost classical reminiscences.
This movement represents the restless quest that touches on many things but finishes very few. The last tones fade away with a romantic, allusive love scene and gentle slumber.

The second movement is marked by illness and melancholy. As it has happened many times in my musical endeavors, life sets strong impulses and overturns my original plans. 
It turned from a movement that was originally intended for love, to a fantasy about fever dreams and fear, caused by my sudden sickness. So this movement was getting quasi a setting about Corona.
Fever dreams, fears for my loved ones, weakness and deep griefs and heaviness weigh down the sounds. The situation seems hopeless.
Several times my beloved tries to lighten the state of mind - orchestrated by the English horn. These are the short moments when the music changes from minor to major for a few bars. The illness, however, remains dominant until this movement ends with a touch of hope.

The third movement dabbles in joie de vivre. A 6/8 time signature in the corner sections and 3/4 time in the middle section suggest lightness. Nevertheless, the piece remains rather subdued and demonstrates that life brings many burdens with it. The expression: Home cannot be found through exuberant celebration.

The fourth movement initially alludes to several events in the preceding movements. To illness, to travel, to loss, to transient joys. 
As it progresses, it deals with the people who are truly meaningful, my children, my family, my darling.
The finish is a declaration of love for people. The music becomes more and more romantic and expresses the joy of life.

Home is not found in places or in moods. 
It is a gift: Home is where the heart finds peace and tranquility.

Symphony of Home

Symphony of Home: III. Floating Dance

Music, lyrics by Tatyana Zotova
Piano, arranged by Oleg Andrev

Загораюсь (In fever)

Beyond my window

Beyond My Window

"Piano teach me life teach me death and rebirth, show me the beauty of this world and of those who live in, teach me Love without end... ( keyboards synthesizer)  Piano apprends moi la vie apprends moi la mort et la renaissance, montre moi la beauté de ce monde et de ceux qui le peuplent, apprends moi l'Amour sans fin..."

piano teach me to live

A cinematic track I created a while ago including some piano and strings, I hope you enjoy :-)

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Drops Of Light

free as a bird
expecting the painful fall

the strong winds in the dark
tear my paper wings

in the morning
the sun shines and dries my eyes

and a solid mask
petrifies my face

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Free as a bird
enjoying beautiful landscapes

Now the storm is potion
and gives me titanium wings

freedom mills grind the grain
with the strong winds of the night

in the morning
fresh bread for breakfast

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Fresh Bread For Breakfast ( Black Album mix)

In music there is no right or wrong...just the feelings you experience while being a part of it in any way.

My vocal experimenting; https://soundcloud.com/user-197723196

Drops Of Light

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