And still more…

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.

Theme 38, Four Rooms
Theme 40, When You Are Old

New Songs

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.

Theme 196.1
Theme 197

Songs New and Old

Here are three songs. The first is a revision of a 2018 piece that needed a lot of work. I like it much better now. The next two are lullabies. Now that I have a tiny grandson, I have an excuse to write lullabies. What fun. And a sad butterfly to wonder about.

This sad little guy is a puzzler. I think it might be a Florida white (Glutophrissa drasilla), far out of his normal range, and rather the worse for the journey.
Theme 59, revised
A Lullaby I wrote for our little friend “Fizzy” from Chicago.
“To Dry the Eyes that Weep,” a newer version of my original “Cricket Song.”