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.
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.
We’re apart and you are gone,
And I am left with fading dreams:
Dreams that I relive while I sleep.
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.
Within my dreams you are there.
With watchful eyes the shadows stare.
Those haunting eyes I know them to be yours.
Nearly all of me forgot,
Of once a time when you and I,
Shared that perfect summer long ago.
With summer love and rose-less thorns,
With you and I and summer storms:
Grapes and gardens dead now and gone.
Silently watching me,
Forever haunting me,
Knowing that I always had been yours.
Those summer eyes forever there,
Haunt me, forever stare.
Within your eyes I see the pain I bear.
Silently watching me.
Forever haunting me.
Always longing for me.