Interactive Download SKU: HX.428582 By Lindsey Stirling. This edition: Interactive Download. New Age,Standards. Piano Solo. 6 pages. Duration 240. Published by Hal Leonard - Digital (HX.428582).

Interactive Download SKU: HX.428581 By Lindsey Stirling. This edition: Interactive Download. New Age,Standards. Easy Piano. 8 pages. Duration 240. Published by Hal Leonard - Digital (HX.428581).

Guitar,Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1402627 By David Warin Solomons. By David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Singer/Songwriter. Score. 10 pages. David Warin Solomons #985851. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1402627). This song is based on parts of the poem by Paul Valéry Fragments du Narcisse which explains and ponders the idea of the origin of narcissism (self-love)The words are as followsMais moi, Narcisse aimé, je ne suis curieuxQue de ma seule essence ;Tout autre n’a pour moi qu’un cœur mystérieux,Tout autre n’est qu’absence.Ô mon bien souverain, cher corps, je n’ai que toi !Le plus beau des mortels ne peut chérir que soi...  Douce et dorée, est-il une idole plus sainte,De toute une forêt qui se consume, ceinte,Et sise dans l’azur vivant par tant d’oiseaux ?Est-il don plus divin de la faveur des eaux,Et d’un jour qui se meurt plus adorable usageQue de rendre à mes yeux l’honneur de mon visage ?Quitte enfin le silence, ose enfin me répondre,Bel et cruel Narcisse, inaccessible enfant,Tout orné de mes biens que la nymphe défend...Formons, toi sur ma lèvre, et moi, dans mon silence,Une prière aux dieux qu’émus de tant d’amourSur sa pente de pourpre ils arrêtent le jour !...Dieux ! de l’auguste jour, le pâle et tendre resteVa des jours consumés joindre le sort funeste ;Il s’abîme aux enfers du profond souvenir !Hélas ! corps misérable, il est temps de s’unir...Penche-toi... Baise-toi. Tremble de tout ton être !L’insaisissable amour que tu me vins promettrePasse, et dans un frisson, brise Narcisse, et fuit..English translation by D W SolomonsBut I, beloved Narcissus, am curious onlyabout my very beingeverything else has nothing more than a heart of mysteryeverything else is nothing but absenceOnly what I own, my dear sovereign body, is what I haveThe most beautiful of mortals cannot cherish anything more than itselfSweet and golden, is there a more holy idolwithin an entire forest, self-consumed and heldand set in the living azure by so many birds?Is there a more divine gift than the favour of the watersand a more adorable use of the dying daythan to return to me the honour of my face?Please don't be silent, please dare to replyBeautiful and cruel Narcissus, unreachable child owning what I hold dear but guarded by the nymphLet the two of us, you on my lips and I in my silencemake a prayer to the gods that they should be moved by so much lovethat they would keep the day held in its purple sunsetGods! only the pale and tender parts remain of the august day,It joins the fate of other days that were consumedIt goes down into the hell of deep memoryAlas, miserable body, it is time to become as oneBend down - kiss yourself - tremble with all your beingThe intangible love that you promisedhas gone by, and in a shiver, shatters Narcissus and flees.

Alto Voice,Guitar - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1402629 By David Warin Solomons. By David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Singer/Songwriter. Full Performance. Duration 300. David Warin Solomons #985853. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1402629). This song is based on parts of the poem by Paul Valéry Fragments du Narcisse which explains and ponders the idea of the origin of narcissism (self-love)The words are as followsMais moi, Narcisse aimé, je ne suis curieuxQue de ma seule essence ;Tout autre n’a pour moi qu’un cœur mystérieux,Tout autre n’est qu’absence.Ô mon bien souverain, cher corps, je n’ai que toi !Le plus beau des mortels ne peut chérir que soi...  Douce et dorée, est-il une idole plus sainte,De toute une forêt qui se consume, ceinte,Et sise dans l’azur vivant par tant d’oiseaux ?Est-il don plus divin de la faveur des eaux,Et d’un jour qui se meurt plus adorable usageQue de rendre à mes yeux l’honneur de mon visage ?Quitte enfin le silence, ose enfin me répondre,Bel et cruel Narcisse, inaccessible enfant,Tout orné de mes biens que la nymphe défend...Formons, toi sur ma lèvre, et moi, dans mon silence,Une prière aux dieux qu’émus de tant d’amourSur sa pente de pourpre ils arrêtent le jour !...Dieux ! de l’auguste jour, le pâle et tendre resteVa des jours consumés joindre le sort funeste ;Il s’abîme aux enfers du profond souvenir !Hélas ! corps misérable, il est temps de s’unir...Penche-toi... Baise-toi. Tremble de tout ton être !L’insaisissable amour que tu me vins promettrePasse, et dans un frisson, brise Narcisse, et fuit..English translation by D W SolomonsBut I, beloved Narcissus, am curious onlyabout my very beingeverything else has nothing more than a heart of mysteryeverything else is nothing but absenceOnly what I own, my dear sovereign body, is what I haveThe most beautiful of mortals cannot cherish anything more than itselfSweet and golden, is there a more holy idolwithin an entire forest, self-consumed and heldand set in the living azure by so many birds?Is there a more divine gift than the favour of the watersand a more adorable use of the dying daythan to return to me the honour of my face?Please don't be silent, please dare to replyBeautiful and cruel Narcissus, unreachable child owning what I hold dear but guarded by the nymphLet the two of us, you on my lips and I in my silencemake a prayer to the gods that they should be moved by so much lovethat they would keep the day held in its purple sunsetGods! only the pale and tender parts remain of the august day,It joins the fate of other days that were consumedIt goes down into the hell of deep memoryAlas, miserable body, it is time to become as oneBend down - kiss yourself - tremble with all your beingThe intangible love that you promisedhas gone by, and in a shiver, shatters Narcissus and flees.

Instrumental Solo,Pipe Organ - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1315319 By John Powell. By John Powell. Arranged by Anna Lapwood. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary,Film/TV. Individual part. 10 pages. Anna Lapwood #904065. Published by Anna Lapwood (A0.1315319). Over the past couple of years I have written a number of film music transcriptions on and for the organ of the Royal Albert Hall in London. While the transcriptions are written with this organ in mind, often calling for specific colours such as the bass drum, carillons or tubular bells, they are adaptable on a number of different instruments and I’ve loved tweaking them in order to play them on organs all across the world. I hope you enjoy playing them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! One of the soundtracks that I get asked to perform most regularly is Test Drive by John Powell. This is one of the earlier transcriptions I wrote, and I often use it as a piece to illustrate the difference between different organs. It’s quite useful to have one piece to use as a comparison point, so I post little videos of this wherever I’m playing to demonstrate how radically different the same piece of music can sound depending on the kind of instrument. For me, this piece feels like an instant serotonin boost. There is a great crescendo where you get to take the organ from relatively quiet to earth-shatteringly loud over the course of about 30 seconds, and I always say that playing that part feels a bit like flying a dragon! - Anna Lapwood

Piano Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1438664 Composed by Gabriel Faure. Arranged by Thomas Ling of Sibu. 19th Century,20th Century,Jazz. Score. 3 pages. Thomas Swee Chin #1018712. Published by Thomas Swee Chin (A0.1438664). Lyrics translation from the French:for Après un rêve by Gabriel Fauré:In the calm of the night, We sleep below the firmament, Oh, how sweet it is to dream!At times a cherished soul Descends to us from the realms above. Oh, how sweet it is to dream!The joy that you bring to me, Has left my heart troubled and full of longing. Oh, how sweet it is to dream!But when you disappear, Alas! The dream flees, And my peace is shattered.Then, like a shadowy ghost, My beloved, you come to me! Oh, how sweet it is to dream!But alas! Awaking, Alas! I am left weeping and alone, Oh, how bitter it is to weep!Arranged in the vein of a Jazz a ballad.