A happier little piece intended to lift the spirits of one in need.

Relief and Hope

My first harp and piano duet, reinforcing one another and dancing between each other only slightly.

A Quiet Walk to the Waterfall

Despite all the weight on our shoulders and all of the trials we face, it all can be shed with the right hand.

The Drafting Weight

Another gentle fugue, along with a few intentional imperfections if you can spot them.  Perfection is boring of course.

We All Fall Down

A disjointed little melody brought about by a friend's troubles.

Waiting For Time To Work

A deceptively honest little piece about how I'm feeling lately.  Also wrote to bring someone's spirits up.  It named itself with it's so  let it keep it.

No Name Yet

A soft, uplifting fugue that I wrote while ill.  My first in weeks I've been able to finish and not delete.

The Light At The End

Hello Again

My first piece after a streak of writer's block for 2 months.  I've had a lot of trials for the past month, and it really hurt me deeply.  I've been recovering, and somehow today this little piece managed to bring itself out of me. Lately I've been growing tired of the city, of how grey and boring it seems.  

It makes my air feel tense, and stale.  I need nature again.

Grey Not Needed

Séimh

Yes, I prefer keeping private.  If you've found me, let me be.

RobertFantome