Before I was a writer, I was a composer. This is me playing my compositions. I stopped playing seriously about ten years ago when the three hours of hard practice a day ruined my hands and now I have to choose, piano or writing. So this is me not pushing myself on the piano.

 

“Un-named Ballad”

 

For tone color—and because I have a friend who is listening to these to determine which instrument I should use—I uploaded all three. 🙂

“Summer Eyes” on Vibraphone

“Summer Eyes” on Strings

“Summer Eyes” on Piano

(please forgive the misplaced “G”…by this point, my hands were starting to give out 🙁

 

I will forewarn you, for those of you who don’t like opera, I was operatically trained.

The lyrics are the poem below.

 

“Summer Eyes” by Angela B. Chrysler

 

Memories echo strong,

of you and I left undone,

And memories fading gray with you away.

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We’re apart and you are gone,

And I am left with fading dreams:

Dreams that I relive while I sleep.

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Ghosts from my past are hunting me,

When every night the eyes see me,

Like phantoms in the shadows of my dreams:

Watching me from shadows in my dreams.

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Within my dreams you are there.

With watchful eyes the shadows stare.

Those haunting eyes I know them to be yours.

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Nearly all of me forgot,

Of once a time when you and I,

Shared that perfect summer long ago.

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With summer love and rose-less thorns,

With you and I and summer storms:

Grapes and gardens dead now and gone.

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Silently watching me,

Forever haunting me,

Knowing that I always had been yours.

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Those summer eyes forever there,

Haunt me, forever stare.

Within your eyes I see the pain I bear.

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Silently watching me.

Forever haunting me.

Always longing for me.