Four little piano pieces:




All of them you can sort of repeat indefinitely, like game music.
Four little piano pieces:




All of them you can sort of repeat indefinitely, like game music.
I haven’t done any piano or sheet music in a while?


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Oboe and piano |Duration: 5.30 | Difficulty: Intermediate-Advanced

The inscription “let no calamitie separat amitie” or similar is found engraved on several ‘poesy’ rings, rings given as gifts between lovers and friends. One such is on display at the National Civil War museum in Newark.
This piece is moderate/more challenging, suitable for oboists exploring contemporary repertoire around ABRSM Grade 6+ level. Might pair well with a movement of for example the Saint-Saens sonata or the Poulenc. The Prelude is shorter and the Romance longer and more complex.
Piano Solo |6 pieces | Difficulty: moderate/not difficult
pdf containing six pieces from wide the starry sky and One hundred sparrows, as performed in May 2020 at home accompanied by birdsong.
Contents:
Piano | 62 pages, 22 pieces | Difficulty: Moderate
Piano music tie-in for my passion project, INFINITY CRYSTAL: AWAKENING.
22 pieces in a game music style, transcribed for piano.
An indulgent short piano piece in the style of an anime soundtrack piece in the style of a Chopin nocturne?
Duration: 1m30
Difficulty: Intermediate
2018
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Flowing, gently irregular, as if barely containing great passion.
Duration: 1m50
2019
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Something a little filmic. I was indeed quite inspired by Michael Nyman ‘The Piano’ score.
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SATB [SSAA also available]
Unaccompanied (with rehearsal piano part)
Duration: ~ 2 minutes
Difficulty: Moderate (some close/clustered harmony)
This quietly emotional anthem with text by the poet Alice Meynell focuses on an unheard, hidden moment at the very centre of the Easter story.
All night had shout of men and cry
Of woeful women filled His way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
On Friday, clamour and display
Smote Him; no solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
But Life again, but Victory,
Were hushed within the dead of night,
The shutter’d dark, the secrecy.
And all alone, alone, alone,
He rose again behind the stone.