Child of Mine . . .

 To Creix . . . who's music
reflects the dark of my midnight soul,
and the tender gleam of hope

through the poetry of the mind;

and who is my friend,

inspiring me

to reach beyond my limitations!

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Child of mine, 

you cried in the night
. . .  the night so deep and dark,
like a ditch
full of muddy waters . .
yet gently stirred by the delicate kisses
of fronds of fern
bent low . . .
and reflecting on ambient light,
they sparkle dreamily
unknown . . by mountains
or meadow . . . melody or silence;
no soul here
but you
and I

. . . to face the dark
of our own fears
. . . where no star dances
through hot aches,
spots on a frozen heart . . .
. . . my heart weeps for you

. . . our tears mingle
like rain with the dew
on the flower,
bent low . ..
slowly losing each petal,
one after the other . . .
drifting, slowly drifting
into the muddy waters . . .

The Nectar of the Gods . . .

Rebirth (single)
by stefano mocini

Royalty-free music for professional licensing

This is what the musician said about this piece: "here is one moment in your life that you understand that you must to change everything. This is the moment to throw your past away and begin a new life.
At first time you will be homesick, but after a little period your will feel better, and you will look at the past smiling, remembering the happy moments, or clenching teeth, remembering the sad ones.
This song is made of piano and strings. I think it is very deep and touching and I'm satisfied by the progress I'm undergoing in playing the piano. I really hope you will enjoy, thank you for the listening...and...
,,,keep dreaming!"

My review: Wings to fly and heart to hope . . . thank you!

We can walk together
through the darkness
holding the other's hand;
a trace of moon glow to light
a shadowy and troubled land .. ..
together we see the angel
and have the strength to fly
we are guided in the day
and throughout the long long night . . .
one step and then another
holding each other tight . . .
we travel this life time together
although we stand alone . . .
we will help each other in the end
and through each new beginning . . .
and gift the other with a dream
unfinished and reborn . .

Stefano . . . your piano is a gift to my heart and you lift me up and give me the wings to fly . . . . I feel blessed by your presence and the strength you share through your generous music . . .

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Gotas de néctar
by Thisan

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Take a moment . . .
feel the life in you  . . .
breath deeply . . .
let the water fall from your eyes . ..
take a moment . . .
let out a big sigh . . .
watch that angel on the wings of love 
rise up with a gentle smile . . .
take a moment . . .
hear the music fly. . .
let it lift you and guide your dreams .  .  .
feel the water spirit wash your soul clean . . .
with the dew of the heavens . .
the nectar of the gods . . .
Take a moment
feel this precious planet . .
Take a moment 
witness a special dream . . .
the heartbeat of this star
in the silver waters of the stream . .
there is passion in the moment
there is hope in this love . . .
and all the dreams and wishes
rise up on clouds of steam .  .
like incense to the heavens .  .
the music breathes our dream .  ..
Our eyes are blinded
by our tears .  .  .
as we listen to the music
tasting the nectar of the gods . . .
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Voice
by Schommi

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Quiet peaceful music
settles like a gentle cooling fog
on the tense shoulders
of the listener,
like a kind and loving
26 minute massage
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SparkS
by creix

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Catching glimpses of others . . .
or looking through their lenses . . .
we are yet short sighted in our vision . . . as we rest alone
in a form of pain that only we are aware of . . . and only we
can define . . . for
our universe is the boundary of our skin . . .
yet fly we can beyond our vision and temporal existence
through our dreams and imagination .. ..
relating to others as if they were forms of ourselves . . .

shining our small light of knowledge
ahead on our rugged rough pathways . . .
we find the shadows of others in our orbits  . .
and in the atmospheres of our minds . .. .
where these others move in
and out . . . shadows in our dream time. . .
we catch their essence . . . their meaning . . .
and perhaps they recognize ours . . .
a slight mingling of rarefied airs and chemicals . . .
and we find attraction . .. . for that very brief flash of time
as we pass by .. .. one dimension
against the other . . . a flash of glory . . .
a flare  . . . a supernova . . .
then all is dark again . .  and we travel on . . .
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On Being Dead . . .

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I slept and dreamed
I was the last one alive
in the land of the dead . .
and the ghostly voices
of others passing my by . . .
grieved over the perfidy of the hand
dealt when they were young. . .
wondering what is life

I slept and dreamed
that I was dead
and there was no comfort yet
my soul unrested and lost
wandering beneath leafless trees
no covering for my head
no moon to reflect
on the naked flesh . . .

I dreamed I walked
on emptied darkened silent streets
the corpses of others
enshrined behind doors
where a cold fire
told them they yet lived . . .
I could feel their dusty bones
crumbling beneath my feet . ..

I dreamed the burning rain
washed over me
touching the steel of my core
melting the bones of
my existence
creating a black hole
in the emptiness of my existence . .

I dreamed I died and laid
alone in a cold stone grave
my bones withered by the scorn
of those who passed me by
reading my stone words
surviving on the fringe
of nothing and nothing more . . .
"what is life . . ."

I awoke from my dream
and laid still in my box . .
deep scent of moldy earth
deep coldness of darkness damp
a nothingness in my vision
the taste of stale dust . . .
on my shriveled tongue . . .
what is life . .. .

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Fulltime future by CREIX

This is another striking presentation of CREIX's wonderful creations . . . His stuff always stuns me with its unique values, tones and moods . . . It has always been like poetry to my heart and it is really exciting to see another compilation of his pieces. The music is edgy, experimental and dark . . . but not depressive . . .
and with a particular strategic aptitude to create so many emotions in the listener.

I can't really pick a favorite because they are like individuals with their special abilities to evoke feelings, memories and thoughts . . . each tune is an original creation giving the impression that it was drawn from the depths of a deep soul. This musician is a skillful artist and his music is always appreciated by so many listeners.

It think that the album cover is both tasteful and enigmatic . . . and very eye catching.

Excellence again!

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A Gift to Creix After His Dog, Roseanne, Died . . .

Remembering -


I saw the crows this winter's eve
wheeling and diving
in the tattered
remnant of the sun rays
sprinkled
over the great black fir trees
in the stand on the hill. . .
I watched as I walked onward. . .
my road home

Before me appeared
a wide field of emerald grasses
with the many hued flowers of spring
gracing the edges like
lace
around a pillow - the black trees -
like a wall
in the misty beyond. . .

and meandering through flowed a stream
of clear healing water
singing the music
of joy in the clatter
swirling and dipping
. . . and flowing
the essence . . .
surges and leaps
like crystals poised in the air
with dreams of magic and hope.

I saw her as she ran with the pack
her spirit wolves guiding and leading her
 . . . back . . .to
her home in the mysteries, beyond in the wild,
she ran with a new birthed freedom and joy
cleared of the hurt. . .
the wolf on the right as white as new fallen snow
the one on the left was an ebony flow

They guided her closely
guarded between them
shoulder to shoulder
the three pressed so tightly . . .
yet hearing my sigh
she stopped
and
looking over her shoulder
seeing my despair . . .

She ran back to my side
said one last good-by
her tongue flashing out with
a smile big and wide.. .
Her eyes were like gems
highly polished with joy
and her peace flowing out in a radiant glow. . .

She laid her paw in my hand
kissed my face as her wont
looked me in the eye speaking love
and . . .then good-by

She was off
with the others
running free as the wolves
jumping and gliding, weaving and flying with grace
then she stopped
wheeled around one more time
gave a bow and a look
turned again

with the wolves her guiding spirits
. . . lept over the stream  . . .
then
was

gone

from me. . .

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My sister and I were very close. She ate at my home daily and was such a joy to have around. She always had such a big bright smile, her eyes always glowed with fun and happiness. It seemed to me that she would always, always be there, throwing open the door loudly and booming, "I'm here!" What better life was there than to have someone you love around you, bringing the joy they have to your side?
And then one night, late in the night, she was killed by a drunk driver; they said instantly. They said she died as soon as she was hit. He was driving so fast. She was stopped at a red light, sitting on her motorcycle, so close to home.
I never got to say good-by.
Not then.

One night I had a vivid dream. I were standing in a beautiful meadow, the colors so bright and beautiful as to be indescribable. The sun was shining, the air was clear. And there was a shallow river running through the valley. There were trees and there was green, ever so green, grass. It was a fantasy land. A beautiful place. My sister was there and we were eating and talking. Like a picnic in this mysterious place. We finished our dessert, lemon cake, and we laughed as we brushed the crumbs off of each other's face.

Then she said, "It is time to go." I asked "Where?" and she pointed over the river. I said, "O.K. let's go."
She said, "No, I need to go alone." She gave me a hug and wading across that beautiful stream, was instantly gone from my sight.

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I was walking home from work, through a very stormy night, a few evenings ago. The wind was whipping so strongly around me that it was hard to stand upright. The lights were coming on in the buildings around me and I was wet from head to toe and beginning to shiver - but then I felt this warm glow in my chest. I looked up and saw the vision in the poem, the crows, the stream, Roseanne and the wolves. That is all. Just that quick little sight and then came the bones of this poem.

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Barbara Wolfsong
January 17, 2010

CrEiX

I adore this artist's passionate and expressive music. He reaches down into his soul and finds that special magic which he uses to create his songs. He also knows how to touch people and never leaves them cold or unaffected by his artistry. The jazzy improvisational music on this album is really special to me because of its dedication to our sick, and with hopes and prayers, that they will be healed. I think it is highly probable! With this "Breath is life" it feels, as you listen, that you are receiving a healing breath straight from the musicians. And we all need that. This fifteen minute track is exquisitely beautiful!


This is what CrEiX said about this piece:
"This is an impro played during a winter afternoon with my best friend, who is like my brother, no in fact he IS my brother, "BERTRAND DROUET".
After having suggested some chords on the keyboard he adapted them for his guitar and we both decided of americano oriental tint of rythms and harmony.
We really laughed when my dog took the saxophone to play, he was very funny, all red, looking like a Louis Amstrong but canine and inflated as a toad.
I dedicate this album to recovery of all beloved sick people for whom we feel so much hope...

CrEiX" 

More of CrEiX to come later, but for now, enjoy!