Their wings are tied to our strings / And they’ll never get away.
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I wrote this song after an aunt of mine passed away leaving my uncle with three grandchildren to raise who have autism.. He was so devasted, but after 5 years he still grieves at times , but has made a super dad figure for the children Through them, they have helped him hear the music again.
The taste of ginger / The sound of strings and horns / This world we dream is incandescent! / The struggle and pressure in every effort ...
Dip your skin in magic and sound!
I can tempt your fascination with tales of divinity and / ethereal music dripping from the sky like a spring shower, / washing the horizon …
Orpheus knelt in trepidation before flames / viscious curses sprayed poison / guilty ashes across the floor / and his mistress howled for hi…
This is my own take on the Orpheus myth, a loss of one’s inner musuc, and yet a very faint sparrow of recollection, and how many works of art are not only a recognition of loss of inner music but a playful attempt at restoration, soul inventiveness.
bittersweet melody… / that plays along… / Has hit such highs … / Having hit such lows…
Holding Your Heart….
‘That’s the idea!’ the conductor yelled, / The orchestra knew that all was well / They’d counted correctly all the way through, / Making sen…
From a regular encouraging comment by my orchestra conductor.
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