Beautiful melancholic piano composition - love the video as well: wonderfully befitting imagery and text ... sad, but there's a glimpse of hope :-)

@larapeterssonmusic Thank you Laura. I really appreciate you listening. I will come to hear you too. 

Such a Lovely Song, Sonni. In great measure, I agree with you. Though I also believe that the good old days were only possible because so many had to address insufferable conditions along the way. I hope some of our shortcomings during this time will also be addressed to build some Good New Days.

Music fully descriptive of moods and emotions.

Sonni Quick

The Show Must Go On

Day after day my life revolves around two constants - my music and buying and selling vintage jewelry.  There is so much hate and disrespect in America being shoved down our throats that it is depressing. The only way to survive it is to crawl inside one's own mind and create a space you want to be in and for me - create the music to listen to. I enjoy the music I record, with all the little mistakes I make because I'm not an engineer. At night, if I  have trouble sleeping I  stream my music.  If you don't enjoy listening your own music why would anyone else? I often go to sleep with my music playing so it is indeed the music of my dreams

I'd Rather Be Dreaming Today

Some days have been harder than others to go through. I lose track of what day it is because of the isolation. There is sadness knowing there are millions of people who are grieving the loss of their family and friends this year that should not have happened this way.  There are many more that don't know they are on the list. I've worked hard to make it to this point. There is so much more music to play and give away hoping to leave a piece of me with them. As I play I have another great grandbaby on the way. will my music be the only way they get to know me. I guess that depends.

This piece has other instruments, 4 tracks, which often changes the story. I have also uploaded just the piano where all the music begins. The music is layered one improv over the others. There is no mixing, only what I hear in my head as I play. It can't be changed. It is what it is, what I'm feeling at that moment.  The music is completed usually in 20-30 minutes. It either works or it doesn't.

The Beginning and the End

Out Of The Sky

Dancing Ice Crystals

Staring out my window today, a gloomy day and it's getting dark earlier and earlier. No sun to pick up the spirit to let me pretend that everything is going to be okay. Tomorrow I will wake up and everything will go back to normal as if that normal was okay - because it wasn't. If I didn't have my music to make me feel whole I couldn't stand it. Standing is getting harder before I have to lay down. It's going to be a very long winter.

Will We Heal From This

It has been a stressful year and everything I thought would happen, did. It has been ugly. Many people have lost the ability to seek the truth and thousands of everyday people joined the cult Qanon. The president has shown more racism the closer we got to this day, and those who aren't loyal to him got axed or destroyed. People are dying yet he insists they aren't. What is happening? But we have reached the next step. Tomorrow we vote. It is just the beginning of the next fight for the life of our country. I never thought, I never believed such a day would come. we have a long way to go to undo the damage  he has done, but at least we will soon know, after the ballots are counted if we will be able to begin to put the pieces back together again.

The Waiting is Almost Over Now - Maybe

A little sung poem.

When My Time is Done

When moonbeams prism starlight in a crystal grain of sand
As it slips into the ocean, from the furrow of my hand.
When warm fogs on the glaciers sit frozen by the sun
And the clock hands fuse in unison, I’ll know my time is done.

When a feather halts the rolling rock, in the shallow of its hill
While a rainbow melds to monochrome, and lunar orbits still.
As the hanging snow that fails to fall and the rivers pause their run,
With the swallows standing silently, I’ll know my time is done.

When the whispers of the moor grass take respite in the lee
And what was once myself is my lost memory of me.
When the final spark has flickered long before dawn has begun,
And the acrid mizzle sprinkles then I’ll know my time is done.

When clouds subsume the ribbons shredded scarlet in my mind.
The jaded thoughts of lamentation all that’s left behind,
As the boy soprano soft subsides, my hymn of life is sung
White horses on the Bamburgh coast will know my time is done.

When the minor keys of requiems float sweetly in the dust
The book is finally closed and bound, my history left to rust.
From chapel bells at midnight, a solitary peal is rung
The fossil tombstones weeping there will tell my time is done.

When my race from ashes to ashes and from dust to dust is won,
Then you, not I, will know for certain that my time is done.

When my Time is Done

Tina Turner cover! Heresy? Sure! I gave up on the voice, but still trying to achieve legs like hers. This one is a bit inspired by the version they played on the David Letterman show, with Bill Cosby on cowbell. Hope you enjoy!

The main reason I did this was because my maestro told me to practice the blues scale, so I made my first guitar noodle :-)

Undercover Agent For The Blues

It has been a long hard year for everyone and emotions have been high. From despair over loss, to fear of not being able to repair our lives and anger because not enough was done to lessen the possibility of paying this price because too many haven't wanted to believe it was happening.  This will be a year that will never be forgotten and the repercussions have only begun to be felt. We will never be the same again no matter how much we pretend we won't have to create a new normal. The year 2019 was the last year of 'Good old Days' which is my next piece of music.

A Year of Sadness

A Heavy Price to Pay

Seem to have come over a bit goth.

Brrrrr.......

Icicle Pie

Ladders of madness – to nowhere;
Painted out canvasses – laid bare
Cambric in waters polluted by thoughts
Of things I despised yet endlessly sought.
With camphor on cotton wool, pressed to my face,
Recounting histories filtered through lace,
Made by widows with fingers of wax and faces of bone.

A lifetime of daydreams – unspoken,
Like windmills in jetstreams – stand broken.
A khamsin-blown gold dust extracted by fools
Dangling their trinket polystyrene jewels.
Double up the cortisone, cradle my head,
As it cracks on its axis of cruciform lead,
Smelted from church roofs at Easter by Satan’s condoned.

Lay my corpse serried – and kindly,
Leave it unburied – for vermin to find me.
Cripples with broken teeth weeping in cells,
For sins I committed knowing full well,
That penance unfolds as eternity extends
My story untold, my mannequin pretends,
From his box 'neath the window framed by gargoyles of stone.

Photo by Lorenzo Colombo on Unsplash

Icicle Pie

A special thanks to Lizzie and Jim for bringing the legend of Avalon alive.  Here is the video Link    https://vimeo.com/488550982

Cover Art work by Lizzie Pentland
Main Vocals by Lizzie   @taylor-pentland
Guitars by Jim   @telefan
Harmonies,piano orchestration and lyrics by Annette
Please go over to Lizzie's and Jim's pages to listen to more wonderful music.

Avalon     (Ft Lizzie Taypen and Telefan)  With video

Original by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin

Theme  LOVE WE NEED 12 12 2020

Desired Storm

music . Her Trusty Dream Tiger @user-672235612
lyrics, vocals + their mix & artwork . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

this song completes the playlist "I know what you say to me" https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/to-not-notice

LADYBUG
_______________
ladybug
i know what you say to me
i know
what you say to me

the moon & the wind
the moon & the wind

I never come -
well tomorrow too
tomorrow too
never comes 
so who are you to
who are you to
complain to?

who are you
who are you
(i know what you say, i know what you say to me)

intertwined to their cause
the moon & the wind
intertwined to their cause

but not to the point
i never come
lalalala lala
well tomorrow too
never comes
tomorrow too
never comes so
who are you to
 to
complain to?
to complain to...

so when we were to find a place
you brought us here
it fascinates me so
halts me in my step

Ladybug | Myrh & Her Trusty Dream Tiger

Whales

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands  I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother also played. I learned recently that my grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My great grandmother sang and danced in minstrel shows in the early 1900's. I know have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought!

A Heavy Price to Pay

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