My Love is like a Winter rose
That sweetly blooms alone,
That has of rivals none, and knows
A beauty all her own.My Love is like a tender tune
That wakens tender words,
And fills December full of June,
And brings again the birds.Her smile, my sun; her voice, my song;
‘A Song’s Echo’ by Frank Dempster Sherman
Her face, my flower of bliss;
Oh, who could find the Winter long
With such a Love as this!
A piano rearrangement of a lovely theme from FFVII.
Sheet music:
Holding Thoughts in My Heart arr. Final Fantasy VII by sonatina_3
jolly shopping tune! I’ve been playing Nintendogs lately…..
Three looping game music type pieces I wrote using the sounds from Final Fantasy VII, based on these pictures:
(kind of, haha.)
Something a bit different though; I filmed myself making a little game music track on Logic:
Live piano/oboe version of a track from the Infinity Crystal soundtrack.
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An arrangement of what is traditionally thought to be the oldest Canadian Christmas song. Starts quiet, small and atmospheric and builds up, with a yearning, modal harmonisation of the chorus ‘Jesus your king is born’. This would work very well for any Christmas service or concert. We have enjoyed singing it in Sing Clifton!
“Come again, sweet love doth now invite” is a song with music John Dowland, anonymous lyrics. This is not that song. That is a great song though–very over the top sad and also very cute and catchy! This is music I wrote for those same lyrics.
Come again!
Sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.Come again!
That I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.All the night
My sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight
Her smiles, my springs that makes my joys to grow,
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.Out alas,
My faith is ever true,
Yet will she never rue
Nor yield me any grace;
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom neither tears nor truth may once persuade.
The first of a bit of a project of setting old/Elizabethan era lyrics/poetry to music…
Dowland, and others of the era, but Dowland was RENOWNED for it, wrote such enjoyably, beautifully, over-the-top melancholy tragic songs. This was super trendy and they were really POPULAR.
So, if there’s a concept here, it’s that I’m setting the words with the same kind of melancholy and sincerity despite their excessiveness, but in a more modern folk-pop-idk idiom, a sort of parallel.