The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Hope for, and then despair from the misunderstanding of You by other people gives way to the realization of the fact that you are always alone. And all living creatures around you, too. The real miracle is not the tricks of preachers, but the…
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
A song about a walk i took on a recent holiday....
At One (Lyrics)
I feel the thermal stir the air
I watch Life evolve before me everywhere
I see life's palette live and fluoresce
I feel, I feel at one
I feel at one with the sun
There's that…
Track 3 from The Bunker 2013
Summer Breeze
The summer breeze
Brings it all back to me
starlight skies
Pull me to my knees to cry
But the Blue sky and the sun gives me hope
love will come to me again
The greys skies
Take my hope…
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
...as stars were twinkling, as were scattered around, ... just to reappear, to be collected again, later, in the new story ......
Hallo an euch, wohlwollende Besucher!
Track 3 from The Bunker 2013
Summer Breeze
The summer breeze
Brings it all back to me
starlight skies
Pull me to my knees to cry
But the Blue sky and the sun gives me hope
love will come to me again
The greys skies
Take my hope…
a small quiet piece for a Sunday evening,, all four string sections are present here,, violin, viola,cello and contrabass,,it's kind of fun to try to mix, and pass the various themes around,,
dedicated to our "cold hearted orb that rules the night",, bassoon and french horn exchange glances with one another, cross a web of strings with a little timpani,in for the flavor,,, i have been trying to figure a bassoon into my work, so here…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what?
~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
Heres one i have done with Chunk's excellent backer..
Down this Road (Lyrics)
She said, she was sweet
she lied she were no where complete
she said that she wanted my babies
that should have told me that she was a little crazy
one night, thats…
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Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Bravo! Sir ...Bravo! I say
Beautiful ........
I'd forgotten what it was like listening to your pieces. Magical.
Wow
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Robert has a way with his words, as Igor does with the keys on the piano. Wonderful!
Very beautiful, and the poem is beautiful as well and they fit together niecely.
Utterly stunning..! Beauty and art won't save the world but they'll make it a better place while we destroy it.
Absolutely gorgeous..! Brilliantly paired with the words from Frost.
*feeling blessed*
Thank you so much X
Stunning...read on!
Very nice! 👍🏻
Magnificent! I could have this on repeat all day long.
Like watching nature’s beauty unfold during an autumn sunrise. This is amazing.
I've been studying piano for three years now. Here is why.
Love the slightly dissonant areas. Matches your description so effectively. Thank you
Gorgeous! I can see dancers spinning spinning and spinning...
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
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De cœur à cœur, il vient Un flot de sons Qui inquiète donc? :) Donc invitent ... Pour Trevor, le seul et unique - Happy Birthday, The Man!
~Is dedicated to all easy riders~
To James Michael Taylor, who suggests that the universe is a big merry-go-round: Yeah, man, what if it is? And we're at _______.
Here, it appears as wine ripens! :)
All aflame for the Buzzaz: A torch relay of Metaphobias. Got it.
...summer as it is, as it should be, ...a summer afternoon ...
Live recording. Renamed according to the comments of kavin. Subject to update at the conclusion of the work on the show, later on, then ...
...as stars were twinkling, as were scattered around, ... just to reappear, to be collected again, later, in the new story ...... Hallo an euch, wohlwollende Besucher!
It seems, this canvas would have a coat of solos, better distinctive, but not as sharp ... ~Do I Dream of Electric Sheep?~
The music here is as enthusiastic lament, arrives from far away, and go back there, to come again and again. Raptured.
In the end, everything will be obliterated or will fade away like these guitar shadows, so: does it really matter when ...
That's what's I'm loving!
Superb
Taceant ad preces motum heri an ..?
~... Así, como el eco pasado~
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what? ~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
~Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?~
Remastered/updated.
~ i know all i gotta do is get on my bike and ride, ride, ride! up to this road where i never 'll be ~
...all you people that tryin to sleep He is out to make it with your midnight dream, yeah ...