Deep sleep
Carnival of bygone days
A glimpse of light
Hunting tale
Simply from the Heart
Out the door they go!
Dancing tears
Royal sunset & Fountain of innocence
Dirge
The next morning, I added a clarinet part to the composition while imagining another musician in the sombre parade. I also realized that the independent concertina and guitar parts needed to be separated.. The lower wind-blown tones of the clarinet blends with the higher tones emitted through the concertina’s bellows while interweaving with the resonant dobro bass line. The guitar part in the reprise provides hope and renewal. S.R. Bender
Memory of a Drowned Town
Memory of a Drowned Town
The river washed my house away,
I always liked the view.
The rocks that I had piled up,
Tumbled away and broke through.
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My cat climbed into the highest tree,
My dog just ran away.
Only the old rooster,
Took command of the bay.
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Down in the valley so far below,
Lay a wasted town.
Some people found their old row boats,
The rest must have drowned.
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We never thought the storm would come,
To our sacred isle.
This is what comes to the best of us,
When we live our lives in denial.
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Sanford Ross Bender – Copyright: 12.30.2015