Sometimes change comes in life where we're powerless to stop it. Sometimes it's good to stop and reflect upon that change. No orchestra, no tempo track, no planning, I just want the Piano, the personal thought, and to see what would be the result. Call it a new improvisation if you will XD
Thanks to those that take a listen!
Many thanks to
alectorfencer for the image!
Thanks to those that take a listen!
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I have always wanted to learn how to play the piano, but I have always struggled to do so. Since my fingers are rather tiny, I have such a hard time being able to reach the keys I need to press.
Listening to beautiful, soothing music such as this makes me want to strive on to be able to keep on practicing. For that, I thank you~
Listening to beautiful, soothing music such as this makes me want to strive on to be able to keep on practicing. For that, I thank you~
I needed to hear this.
I'm going through a really rough time artistically and emotionally. I question my place in the fandom daily. I feel like I have absolutely mediocre talent, artistically or musically, and I want to quit composing every day, but I keep at it, and I don't know why.
I'm stuck in a place I hate, with a very small opportunity to escape a few months from now. I'm working two jobs which has isolated me from my friends and family. Love life is a cruel joke, I won't even mention any more than that.
Life's basically taking a crap on me right now, and I've got a tiny hold on hope that things will get better, but I still have doubts all the time.
Listening to the piece you posted and the commentary, it was a nice escape from this crap I'm going through, even if it was just for about 4 minutes.
Thanks. I mean that. Sorry for ranting.
I'm going through a really rough time artistically and emotionally. I question my place in the fandom daily. I feel like I have absolutely mediocre talent, artistically or musically, and I want to quit composing every day, but I keep at it, and I don't know why.
I'm stuck in a place I hate, with a very small opportunity to escape a few months from now. I'm working two jobs which has isolated me from my friends and family. Love life is a cruel joke, I won't even mention any more than that.
Life's basically taking a crap on me right now, and I've got a tiny hold on hope that things will get better, but I still have doubts all the time.
Listening to the piece you posted and the commentary, it was a nice escape from this crap I'm going through, even if it was just for about 4 minutes.
Thanks. I mean that. Sorry for ranting.
I walk along the ocean breeze
Looking far out across the horizon
I can see my reflection staring back at me
I can see the many questions that have been waiting
And I can see the answers yet to come
I walk along the lake view
My life's past memories are shown to me
Walking through this desert place
I see the flowers which bloomed before
The destiny which brought me here
I can no longer set back
The distance from which I am held
I have now run to my place
The place for which I now rest
The stone here in the field
Marks the place of a once renown warrior
Who's final wish was that to be remembered
As simply one who was not a hero
But instead as a simple peaceful man
And now it is time to go
As time unfolds I watch it pass
Here I am for now to end of days
Looking at my reflection staring back at me
With questions waiting
And answers yet to come...
Looking far out across the horizon
I can see my reflection staring back at me
I can see the many questions that have been waiting
And I can see the answers yet to come
I walk along the lake view
My life's past memories are shown to me
Walking through this desert place
I see the flowers which bloomed before
The destiny which brought me here
I can no longer set back
The distance from which I am held
I have now run to my place
The place for which I now rest
The stone here in the field
Marks the place of a once renown warrior
Who's final wish was that to be remembered
As simply one who was not a hero
But instead as a simple peaceful man
And now it is time to go
As time unfolds I watch it pass
Here I am for now to end of days
Looking at my reflection staring back at me
With questions waiting
And answers yet to come...
When I listened to this, I could only think about my own reflections and desires. I had a major realization about certain things and I couldn't put them into any other form of thought other than this. I hope this serves you Fox, because it definitely did for me. You have a talent that none have, and you need to hold on to that for as long as you possibly can. Don't you ever let go of this, no sir. Yours is a naturally flowing talent that few ever have the honor of receiving, and I am quite happy to say that you use it extremely well. This song brought tears to my eyes, as I held back emotions from events that were traumatizing to me. Thank you for this healing Fox.
...it is an autumn day with a slight chill in the air and I relax in an easy chair with fire going in the fireplace. I place my feet on the ottoman. I look out my windows onto the reds and golds of the trees. The chilled and crisp wind lifts the leaves off the trees. The leaves spin, twirl and are swept about by the wind. The smells of the season fill the air. I close my eyes with a slow, gentle exhale. I left a goblet of my favorite Shiraz and think back, reflecting on the summer that was fleeting. I take one sip and settle in the the times of the harvest to enjoy the fruits of my labors.
Sitting just on the fence, about to leap into summer is a big time for people - final exams, the feeling of the "next stage" creeping up... it's a time where looking back at where you came from and where you are today as a result is more than beneficial, it's transcendental.
Thanks for this, Fox. A beautiful piece, in constant movement yet reflective on itself and inquisitive of its own structure as well in a really intriguing way.
Thanks for this, Fox. A beautiful piece, in constant movement yet reflective on itself and inquisitive of its own structure as well in a really intriguing way.
I couldnt help listening to this wonderful piece again and again and had an image I couldnt get out of my head.
He looks at her through a pair of old rusted glasses and sees her warm smile staring back at him, he cant help but smile back. Placing one hand on her knee he begins to remember the warm sunny day they first met. A lowly day at the park walking his dog Raffles, stopping briefly on a bench when she walked up to pet his dog. Sarah, she said her name was, he introduced himself and got up and invited her to walk with them. After several more meetings he proposed in which she gladly said yes. The wedding, what a sight, set in the very park in which they met, held under an oak tree. As the years progressed they had three children and countless dogs to replace old Raffles. Now old, they still enjoy their walks together through the park……..
He lifts his hand, holding onto a single rose and gently puts it up to his nose and breaths in it’s wondrous scent and a tear falls from his cheek. Kneeling down, he places it on a tomb and he begins to cry.
He looks at her through a pair of old rusted glasses and sees her warm smile staring back at him, he cant help but smile back. Placing one hand on her knee he begins to remember the warm sunny day they first met. A lowly day at the park walking his dog Raffles, stopping briefly on a bench when she walked up to pet his dog. Sarah, she said her name was, he introduced himself and got up and invited her to walk with them. After several more meetings he proposed in which she gladly said yes. The wedding, what a sight, set in the very park in which they met, held under an oak tree. As the years progressed they had three children and countless dogs to replace old Raffles. Now old, they still enjoy their walks together through the park……..
He lifts his hand, holding onto a single rose and gently puts it up to his nose and breaths in it’s wondrous scent and a tear falls from his cheek. Kneeling down, he places it on a tomb and he begins to cry.
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