Ruth Lowe - Partitions musicales à imprimer - Mondial de la partition numérique

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012709 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 13 pages. Moni Bergo #5742973. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012709). Music and song composed by meTHE LAST MY FLOWER (the wolf and the witch) I look at my last flower It loses its scentand I do not know what to do I protect you with warmthof this other story I have to tell creatures alone and desperate many scars heal a witch and a wolf do not know yet that their destinies are to merge and starts this magical storysweet as ancient fable in a forest with no place and no age out of touch and the time is stopped and does not move a breath and the heart, explodes and skip a beat and look you recognize like not having never lost and the wolf that is injured a white rose in red has turned He is bleeding along with drops of pain his red eyes burning with love and the witch instead hides because she isn't beautiful and it is not important nobody in the world has never belonged and a caress he never touched she care and caresses the soul he looks at her and his anger dominates and one year only lasts a moment lost in eternity and the wolf tells tales and the witch makes magic potions and exchange promises useless that the night guard and she will dance will dance naked and the wolf with his heart on his sleevelying by the fire that lights up, so free unobstructed and are reflected in the magic lake and do not feel that cold shiver... not last, do not you feel it too?cold around us Abracadabra !! from caterpillar to butterfly Alakazam !! and I too am beautiful do not you wonder how and why I started to talk to me snow fallsbut we are in August and there is nothing that you find a place this my music speaks for it self this is the strangest tale that is I stop here It will end well I can not tell the end of a love that is not written yet I stop here It will end well in a vacuum and the absence these days my silence and inconstancy in your feeling sthe flower dies already go wolf go stop thinking about her from your pack you will need to return and then runs away witch will if you want to transform changes role an actress who artand you will have new flowers day step into the dark caverns of regret Mix them with potions and transform everything into tears like a cat in the night I try the food in the trashno sun, no light no god here that help me body and spirit dentedas a glass stuckinside my poor heart the memory of a love He never really lived so alive in the mind is my animal instinct that makes me ache while another dream diesthe witch in the lake you slidethe water lapping against the planin his eyes the wolf that is now already far a fairy tale real or invented in between my hidden truth all my stories strange and weird over this skin are now tattooed I watc.