Beautiful and evocative as a stand alone work or a soundtrack.  It has a direct appeal to the emotions.

Its a beautiful rendition of a standard chord sequence, really nicely done Mark

What a wonderful surprise that popped up in a playlist... beautiful!

That clarinet.!!!! Heartfelt and warm. This was charming. Someone clearly did their instrumentation homework

Your Own Thing

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In the Wind

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Poetry by Jeff Gburek & Ahmad Almallah ("A poem for Gaza, a pome for Palestine) voiced by Jeff Gburek. Music: melodica loop layers, prepared guitar, zither by Jeff Gburek

abyss or kiss in the shadows
beneath the dust the stone
from the once hanging window
where your eyes will hover forever
within my piece of endlessness
although your eradication is utter
and my grief secondary to yours
who crumble upon the ground
& only through the one
nearest so dear to me can I
fathom the absence
fracturing my sentence
I the landless who know daily
what they seek to take away
from the likes of you
and I see those eyes
you seek with your own
as if the only grace I've known
were blown away
by a ravaging wind

-- Jeff Gburek

Gaza, the last thing you need is a poem. Don’t say!
I have nothing else to give. A poem is a poem…what can it do? Don’t say!
But simply be like a poem.
You were an open land, and
your sea was no sight
for blood. Yes, once upon a time,
you asked nothing
of the world,
and it gave you
nothing.
Gather our words and toss them into
the empty well.
Screams don’t linger, but they do not
disappear—
They lodge themselves
beyond the ear,
and once they begin to haunt
they appear, they
reappear.
*
Corrupted by the attempt to apply logic
to the wound. We are all talk
no action!
We all know, that talk is talk
that’s why no one
listens.
Reality wounds can’t be mended by
thoughts. We all know—
Don’t keep me in your prayers, and please
spare me the guilt.
Where can the eye rest on the sight –
screaming children?
*
I want my words to spill blood and when I say
that once upon a time…
I want you to cringe
because this land has only one name—
and its people are only
its people
Call them what you may, that doesn’t change a thing—they too disappear
and they too will reappear—
*
Once upon a time, Gaza,
there was no need for anyone to give you any
empty words, like this poem. Your only hope
is to look us straight in the eye, and say once more, that you were,
and are, once upon a time.

– Ahmed Almallah

Casa Mia, Casa Tua, Non C'e Differenza

Chrome City Fusion

Song by Robert Burns
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

My love is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June
My love is like a melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lad
   So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear
   Till all the seas gang dry

Till all the seas gang dry, my love
   And the rocks melt with the sun
I will love thee still, my dear
   While the sands of life shall run

But fare thee well, my only love
   But fare thee well awhile
And I will come again, my love
   Though t'were ten thousand mile

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose

All men, women and children around the world, all together, breathe... and the breath comes from their souls who aspire to a better world (perhaps not all...) without abuse, hatred and destruction.. .
This is my music for PIano Day 2024: simple music that comes straight from my soul, crosses the skies, flies over the mountains and glides over the wide grassy plains... and screams peace and serenity!
Good luck to all !!

I thought of sending the same impro on my Youtube channel and making it the soundtrack of a slideshow on Villa Giulia in Palermo  (Sicily) and surrounding areas :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-3FLOnJmP4

Your Own Thing

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