SKU: A0.1346628

A beautiful piano solo composed for the advanced pianist by Kevin G. Pace.

SKU: A0.976869

2017 Holiday Contest Entry

                        The world that there isn’t

How did

Dante one day

in the hell and after I return

Down in the world that there is not

In pieces of ice

It reduced your heart

you walk, walk,

do not you think the pain

of lost things,

caresses denied

the cold that you feel and clouds the mind

At What you cling

and where are you going?

it is dark at night

and you think only

that Close the eyes

it means to die

in this station might end

the life,the joy,

but which ? future

and that  what you have inside

It makes you tougher

you mirrors, reflect

in the void of others

Look at them in the eye

precipitates, reel

this is the life

in the world that there is no

and while run after a blind butterfly

and meanwhile look back on fairy tale ever read

and you search  the laughter, games and friends

return back, hope of happy days

everyone is inside his sick world

and that who you are looking for is not there, is lost

only shadows lurking

and the moon that shines

but she is not always that

here in the world that there is no

and while you get lost in 1000 miseries

and then you start up into the nothingness that awaits

if you touch people

they hastens and takes offense

and lengthens the step that knows where it goes

you don’t look, you don’t dare

don’t hope and don’t you think

 and the snow falls and while you pray

that this god distracted

realizes that exist

a deeper world

what light does not

but your soul is not dead yet

walk, walk

and she opens the door

that goes to the world

that out shines

there is still a spark of love that awaits

and here it is

that rises  the charm

the flower is reborn

fear and fright

heat that feeds

sun is shining

and with its rays

protects, defends

and while you mirrors  ,with the sun in your eyes

and while you look back  the dark of before

there is that girl

that inside the night

smiles, turns and then goes away ...

you look at her, until she is a distant shadow

Turn around and answer

to life calling

As Dante  did one day

in the hell and after I return

Down in the world that there is no ...

                                                                              Monica Bergo

SKU: A0.976873

2017 Holiday Contest Entry

The alchemist

Flames in the dark sparkle

voice whispering echoes

They say about you

Sell useless dreams

they say about me that I’m too much frail

You are shutting down the day of this city

the lights switch on of different realities

and time dilates , begins another life

It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes

You firefly who shine

can you tell me where he is?

I seek the alchemist , you see yourself

from my eyes rimmed

on the nothing  wide open

they are full of fears and resemble your

And here it is your circus , you wait me already

not much has changed from a lifetime ago

you do not, you are not aged

a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others

clown you always have so many , acrobats tired

poised always between dream and reality

and as a cat, I also see in the dark

and over the waste to me slowly and then die

the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman

I do not stand me  anymore

I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family

and this need for love, that torture and kill me

While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals

bright lights exploding inside

as if by magic now I belong to you

snakes tattooed lean on your hips

 we float in the sea of time

how does I exist? always or yesterday

I do not remember but only mysteries

You adult  man and I young girl

abracadabra, as all before

I tired and old and you still a child

us travelers in a bogus time

and while I explore the emptiness I have inside

Nothing is sweeter than this torment

You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison

but you put more passion , My animal instinct

and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me

Mix all right , only you know what to do

you seals good my heart , can not serve me

evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ...

But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world

We like vampires , breath broken by sighs , arms forward, off eyes

alchemist turn off my complaints

You like a zombie , ready to sink your teeth ,that fascinates me and scares

alchemist dissolve my torments ..

but you can not .. and I stay here

I'm looking for the courage to live

It is being born on the day of this city

Milano  colored yourself with its activities

shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices

and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard  ,emptiness inside me and where are you?

I run always and do not know where I go

I look back , I stumble and then I fall

Slow walk among the tired souls

alive but in a state of apparent death

rips in the soul and on my clothes

I have no tattoos, scars only

and as the salt do  on the wounds

I burn at the memory of bad choices

Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices  deafen

They say about you that you no longer have a tear

they say about me that I’m free woman ...

Monica Bergo

SKU: A0.1012717

Music and song composed by me

The alchemist

Flames in the dark sparkle

voice whispering echoes

They say about you

Sell useless dreams

they say about me that I’m too much frail

You are shutting down the day of this city

the lights switch on of different realities

and time dilates , begins another life

It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes

You firefly who shine

can you tell me where he is?

I seek the alchemist , you see yourself

from my eyes rimmed

on the nothing  wide open

they are full of fears and resemble your

And here it is your circus , you wait me already

not much has changed from a lifetime ago

you do not, you are not aged

a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others

clown you always have so many , acrobats tired

poised always between dream and reality

and as a cat, I also see in the dark

and over the waste to me slowly and then die

the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman

I do not stand me  anymore

I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family

and this need for love, that torture and kill me

While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals

bright lights exploding inside

as if by magic now I belong to you

snakes tattooed lean on your hips

 we float in the sea of time

how does I exist? always or yesterday

I do not remember but only mysteries

You adult  man and I young girl

abracadabra, as all before

I tired and old and you still a child

us travelers in a bogus time

and while I explore the emptiness I have inside

Nothing is sweeter than this torment

You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison

but you put more passion , My animal instinct

and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me

Mix all right , only you know what to do

you seals good my heart , can not serve me

evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ...

But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world

It is being born on the day of this city

Milano  colored yourself with its activities

shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices

and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard  ,emptiness inside me and where are you?

I run always and do not know where I go

I look back , I stumble and then I fall

Slow walk among the tired souls

alive but in a state of apparent death

rips in the soul and on my clothes

I have no tattoos, scars only

and as the salt do  on the wounds

I burn at the memory of bad choices

Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices  deafen

They say about you that you no longer have a tear

they say about me that I’m free woman ...

Monica Bergo