Here are two more compositions. The first is a hard-hitting thing I call, “Four Rooms,” or, sometimes, “Four Conversations,” and the second is one of the saddest songs I ever wrote. I call it, “When You Are Old.” I couldn’t ever write words to it, beyond, “When you are old, and lie next to me, and your skin is cold, I’ll take your hand, I’ll hold you tightly, wishing you’d carry me into the sunset with you.” Hope you like them.
Category: Musical Compositions
Here I Go Again
New songs. First a march, in case you have found a cause (and who hasn’t these days) to march for or against. And second, one to calm your soul and get you back home in peace. Have fun for a couple minutes.
Marcho Triumphio and Chasing Lizards
Two more songs to keep you company in odd times. Enjoy!
Many years ago I wrote a novel called Miracavira, an enchanted land where I ended up under bizarre circumstances. When I was tragically whisked away, back to earth, I left behind a very sad situation that only I could fix. Maricie, a love interest in Miracavira, was given a song to sing that would bring me back from across the divide. It’s a picture of the tragedy, and it goes like this:
Here are the latest couple pieces of music from my imagination. Enjoy!
Time For More Songs!
A couple short pieces. I’m especially fond of 201. The little bass rumble does it for me.
More of My Songs
Folk Songs from My Past
I don’t know what my life might have been like if I’d been able to make music like this when I was a kid listening to Tchaikovsky and Beethoven and Brahms. I couldn’t imagine sitting at a computer and getting sounds like this, even though it is generally less esthetically pleasing than a real orchestra. I have no training in music, but if I could have done this, I might have dived into a music major.