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Dead Lights on the Tree

Original Composition, by Mark Bloss, for Solo Piano in the long form of an Impromptu, composed during the period 2009-2012.  Here is re-arranged and transposed to include Orchestra by suno.com. The AI assistance retained a very close relationship both structurally and dimensionally to the original composition, including development and recapitulation. 

Piano and Orchestra, through music depicts the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Confederacy, formed c.1142. The Confederacy emerged from the Great Law of Peace, compiled by Dekanawidah the Great Peacemaker, Hiawatha, and Jigonsaseh the Mother of Nations. For nearly 1000 years, the Six Nations/Haudenosaunee Confederacy have been a powerful factor in North America.  The examples of equality and liberty provided by the "The Constitution of the Five Great Nations" were ultimately incorporated into part of the U.S. Constitution of 1776. Haudenosaunee ("People of the Longhouse") is the autonym by which the Six Nations refer to themselves. The peoples of the Iroquois included (from east to west) the Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, and Seneca. After 1722, the Iroquoian-speaking Tuscarora people from the southeast were accepted into the confederacy, from which point it was known as the "Six Nations".

The Six Nations of the Haudenosaunee

"THE RIGHT HANDS" 

Lyrics by Mark Bloss
Music by AI assist from suno.com

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

Once the keepers of the gold became the keepers of the law,
And people bowed to rules that only served the few who saw
A kingdom made of lack, a fear they could ignite—
And slowly all those borrowed truths were carved into “the right.”

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Gold on the table, writing laws in the dark,
Selling halos to the faithful just to fracture their hearts.
They preach the rules like scripture,
Raise ‘em up ‘til they’re “divine,”
But every little holy law was just a dollar in disguise.

And I’m done with the threats, with the fear they sell,
With the kingdoms built on pockets instead of selves.

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Good isn’t gilded, good isn’t bought—
Good is the courage to say this stops.
No more thrones made of borrowed breath.
No more gods built on someone’s debt.
Let every soul have room to breathe—

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

The right hands aren’t the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

The Right Hands

So Skandalous

Omen Mass

Picnic Impromptu

This Lullaby includes two original compositions by Mark Bloss; one from 2010 was part of a suite of works called Suite of the Week, this one being "Friday" (the second theme) and the first theme is brand new, composed in November 2025 and consists of a single motif, both very clearly work well together.  Suno.com and its Studio functions were highly valuable in rendering this final version. Another piano version exists but only this version is publicly available at this time.

Far Away Dream

A small red pencil was with my father's belongings when I received them after his passing in 2005. I do not know the significance of the pencil, but he kept it 50 years. It is pictured here.

The original composition and this one, which is arranged with AI assist from suno.com, are very close.  The original included other instrumentation not used in this version. 

Suno.com AI enhanced some of the development which I have included in this newer version.

Carmine Red 745 Impromptu

Amethyst Fantasy for Piano and Orchestra, is a merging of two untitled original compositions by Mark Bloss composed around 2012; except I had written "Amethyst" across the top of a page from one, and in Sibelius created a partial score with mostly pitched percussion.  I used the tools available at suno.com to first produce covers for each of the works independently, then combined using suno.com's Studio, and remastering tools to produce this final listenable version.

Amethyst Fantasy for Piano and Orchestra

"Anywhere" 

Lyrics: Mark Bloss
Music: AI assisted by suno.com


You tell me something 
Truth you’d never share 
A secret held so deep
Veiled layers underneath.
You fear the air will change 
That I might disappear.

You wait for me to pull away,
With me you are very safe,
There are no shadows in the way
And I don't move, I stay. 

You’re not losing me,
Not now, not ever.
Destruction will not come
To what we built together.
You’re not alone, 
Now be aware, 
I know your truth and 
I’m not going anywhere.

I know that you’re an island,
A guarded heart, a quiet flame.
The kind who feels too deeply
And carries unspoken shame.
But listen for a moment—
I see you brighter than you know,
And nothing in your honesty
Could make me let you go.

You brace for storms that never come,
But here it’s calm, it’s clear.
Lean into this—
There’s nothing left to fear.

You’re not losing me,
Not now, not ever.
Destruction will not come
To what we built together.
You’re not alone, 
Now be aware, 
I know your truth and 
I’m not going anywhere.

You think your honesty could cost you love?
But that's the thing that honors me more.
Your quiet soul is enough—
More than enough—
And I’m still here, leaning in.

You’re not losing me,
Not now, not ever.
I’m still right here,
Walking through the weather.
Your truth is safe,
Your heart is safe, I swear—
Now I know your truth and
I’m not going anywhere.

Anywhere

I wrote these songs, but told AI how I want it to be sung and how I want the instrumentals to be because I Don't like my voice.. and I don't have money for instruments...hope you enjoy!



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