(C) 2023 Jim Valero (all rights reserved).

Special thanks to Martin Miers for his splendid work on percussions on this musical piece.

Structures of Ice - Valhjim Martin Miers


„Blumenherz“ (30.07.2025)

Sterbendes Blumenherz
Oh Du kostbare Blüte des Tages,
Es gefriert mein Herz und blutet im leuchtenden Morgentau wenn Deine Blüten leise fallen ohne hörbaren Schmerz.
Gebrochen, fahl und trocken liegen Deine Blütenblätter im Gras.
Einst haben Bienen sich in dir gewogen und in Deinem Blütenstaub verloren.
Nun wirst Du zu Staub im grellen Sonnenstrahl. 
So auch ich einst zerfallen werde zu Staub auf dieser Erde.
Denn auch ich war einst eine Blüte so kraftvoll und prächtig für einen Sommertag.


Vielen Dank für Eure geschätzte Aufmerksamkeit.
SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Musik            		:   Björn Cloppenburg  Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Foto & Design	:   Björn Cloppenburg
Text/Lyric		:   Björn Cloppenburg
Es wurden für dieses Projekt virtuelle Instrumente der folgenden Firmen verwendet:
https://www.heavyocity.com      Foundations Nylon Guitar


"Flowerheart" (July 30, 2025)

Dying Flowerheart
Oh, precious blossom of the day,
My heart freezes and bleeds in the bright morning dew when your petals fall softly without audible pain.
Broken, pale, and dry, your petals lie in the grass.
Once bees lingered in you and lost themselves in your pollen.
Now you will turn to dust in the bright sunbeam.
Just as I, too, will one day crumble to dust on this earth.
For I, too, was once a blossom so powerful and magnificent for a summer day.

Thank you for your valued attention.
SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Music: Björn Cloppenburg All rights reserved
Photo & Design: Björn Cloppenburg
Text/Lyric:          Björn Cloppenburg
Virtual instruments from the following companies were used for this project:
https://www.heavyocity.com    Foundations Nylon Guitar


Blumenherz - Flowerheart

Celebration SLVIA

“It weaves its way to summer's end and gathers with each leaf that falls.
A whisper carried on the wind, a quiet longing – autumn calls.”
 – Laura Jaworski

We are in our final days of summer, and I must admit, I am glad, since most of the season was especially hot and humid.  Suddenly, we have cooler temperatures with blue skies, and the air is crisp with a hint of mystery…Autumn is whispering that it will be here soon.  Thinking about autumn this morning seemed like a great reason to create an improv piece. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re sad to see the end of summer. ☺️

Autumn Whispers

You who need time killing,
Please go together till the last

music for you who are helpless right now

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





Leftover Song

Closer

I loved playing Muzio Clementi's Six Sonatinas when I was a student. I played them very fast and often strayed from the classical style to the dismay of my teacher! I still remember bits of each one. Here I recorded a set of 2 pieces based mostly on the Sonatina in C Major. I recorded them in one session and couldn't make up my mine which parts to take out for one piece. Take a listen to Part 2,also posted,  a remnant of this version. I hope you have fun listening as much as I had creating them!

Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions

A Pianist's Folly

Recorded in 2021. remastered.  I have to have a new way to play the piano. My sister and my son are doing that. They are working out a way to bring the piano to my hospital bed. I can no longer sit up, even in my powerchair. It's too uncomfortable and hard to breathe. I don't have functioning back or abdominal muscles, and I can't lift my head off my chest unless In laying back. Only my arms and hands are semi-functioning. My thumbs are going bad. I can't pull a zipper. I won't be able to play as well and I don't know how I'll work the sustain pedal - but I'll do my best! 😊🎶🎹🎶

Light at The End of The Darkness

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When I go out I might meet other men
But you don't have to be blue
No one is like you
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

If I look at others, and maybe not just you
I don't look at beauty
You are the only one for me
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When you're having a bad day and feel like crap
Well, I think you're awesome
Prettier than everyone
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Don't Ruin It With Jealousy

I am not ok

Valhjim is a music composer with an eclectic approach to different genres: rock, pop, folk, New Age, and experimental electronic music. Greatly driven by imagination and poetic imagery, he combines multiple instrumental textures to fire the imagination of his listeners. 

His more experimental ambience and electronic music is built with layers of suggestive sound textures, rhythms, and melodic lines that stir the imagination into suggestive imagery and worlds unseen, true architectures of sound that open up limitless spaces to explore. Often Valhjim's melodies sail through genre thresholds, crossing over from one genre to another, from neo classcal to electronic, or from jazz to rock or new age.