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Maestoso In B Flat Minor
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Acoustic piano. Majestic, elegiac, with lush chords and a central fugue.
majestic elegiac
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Contemporary classical, new age, acoustic piano music AND SONGS!
I didnt discover I could write music until I was nearly forty. Those were my road warrior days, and there was a hotel in Atlanta with a piano in the atrium where I used to give impromptu concerts. My musical training was as a classical pianist, and I thought of my music then as being in that genre (although they were very popular. People used to hang off the balconies in the evening listening to me play).. When I retired, I started to write novels. When I published the first one, I mentioned in the biography that I was also a composer. On a whim, I recorded some of my music and sent it to the editor. Shes a big rock fan, but she loved my soothing piano music. So, here are some pieces for you to (hopefully) enjoy. You can find my novels, also, under my pen name (W Richard St. James) at clublighthousepublishing.com . Youll see that the music may be mellow, but the books are very spicy!
Song Info
Charts
Peak #212
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
W. Richard St. James
Rights
2007
Uploaded
March 14, 2015
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.2 MB 160 kbps 4:35
Story behind the song
This is the companion piece to the Pavane. It also has a funereal tone, echoes of marble monuments to fallen heroes. Huge chords create a sense of despair and majesty, offset by lyrical interludes. Beethoven loved the great Handel double fugues, and the middle section is a tribute to them both.
Lyrics
There are no actual lyrics -- but think about this as you are listening: Memorial Day The children dance among the graves And see the flowers, and see the little flags that wave Bravely, against the clear blue sky. Then they run and ask their mothers why God made the fields of grass and stone. Who is lying here, deep within the field, Sleeping, without dreaming, still and so alone? The mothers leave their gifts of flowers and tears, Stones will crumble, grass will have its way. Who will remember in the coming years? Who will remember, in another day? What will it matter why these soldiers died, For duty, honor, or for foolish pride, Or quietly, as all of us will yield To lie in silence in the grassy field?
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