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Piano Solo - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1010032 Composed by David O´Farrill. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. David OFarrill #35169. Published by David OFarrill (A0.1010032). -- Intermediate piano piece in C major composed by David O´Farrill. -- -- Third part of the compilation Moments Vol. 1 - EP. -- -- Piece available to watch on Youtube, listen to Soundcloud or Spotify and buy on iTunes or Googleplay. -- -- Change is inevitable. Don´t wait for it. Embrace it. Look for it. Make change follow your rules. Perfection is to change often -Winston Churchill. -- -- Perfection is to change often -Winston Churchill. To the Röttger family, I owe them so much. To Allie, and to those who keep promises in spite of change. And as always, to my piano teacher. -- -- Website: davidofarrillmusic.weebly.com.
Part Three: Change
Piano seul

$2.49 2.13 € Piano seul PDF SheetMusicPlus

Easy Piano - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.768015 By Lady Antebellum. By Charles Kelley, Dallas Davidson, Dave Haywood, and Hillary Scott. Arranged by Jerome Stokes. Country,Pop. Score. 3 pages. Jerome Stokes #375250. Published by Jerome Stokes (A0.768015). From the fabulous country trio, Lady A, is this great song of new love and the fears that often come with that; that we jump in deeply too soon before we take time to get to know the person, and spoil what might have been. Hillary Scott's lyrics and mellow voice takes the listener on a joyous journey, and carried by the gentle flowing keys of David Hayward. This arrangement is intended for the performing soloist, duo or small ensemble. You can listen to the Lady A version at the YouTube link provided.
Just A Kiss
Piano Facile
Lady Antebellum
$4.99 4.28 € Piano Facile PDF SheetMusicPlus

Guitar,Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.893866 Composed by David Kai. Contemporary,Country,Pop. Score. 2 pages. David Kai #6113865. Published by David Kai (A0.893866). A fun song for and about snowbirds; some might be lovebirds as well! For more information go to: www.sites.google.com/site/davidwkaismusic/home/just-a-little-snowbird-songJust a Little Snowbird Song       Words and music: David Kai ©2017Chorus: Just a little snowbird song, singing it the whole day long             Talking ‘bout you and me, and how it's all supposed to be             Walking in the summ’ry sun, even when December comes             We’ll sing our little snowbird song.I thought that I'd be freezing every winter of my life, Just growing old and counting out my pillsBut now I'm having summer in the winter of my life, since you came by and took away my chills. Chorus:I thought that I’d be slipping in the snow and breaking bones, you broke my fall and gave my step a springSo snowbirds will be lovebirds every season of the year, and join the birds as they begin to sing. Chorus:
Just a Little Snowbird Song
Piano, Voix et Guitare

$3.00 2.57 € Piano, Voix et Guitare PDF SheetMusicPlus

String Ensemble,String Trio - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.576736 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Contemporary. Score and parts. 7 pages. David Warin Solomons #119391. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.576736). Mysterious piece in octatonic mode, originally written for the short story The Door The pdf file contains score and parts. The sound sample is an electronic preview. High up on the grassy hill behind the town there is a door. It stands there in its frame with nothing before or behind it. It is locked shut. There is no key. We climb the hill each day. We play each side of the door, games of hide and seek. But we cannot go through the door. Each day we go there during this long sultry summer holiday. We are fascinated by the structure. Why would anyone put a door up there, in its frame, eternally locked, with nothing before or behind it? Maybe it is all that remains of an ancient house? We play, we wonder, we laugh and play, and we return regularly to our homes in time for tea. Then, one day, as we climb the hill for the umpteenth time, a lady dressed in white arrives before us. We watch her take the key out of her bag and insert it in the lock. We are too far downhill to catch up before she closes the door behind her. As we arrive, puffing and panting, Steve knocks on the door. No answer. Dave knocks on the door more forcefully. We hear a distant swish of robes. Gloria knocks, perhaps a little more timidly as the swishing sound approaches. Estelle begins to knock in her turn and the door suddenly opens wide. We all gasp as we see the lady standing there in glistening robes. Her face is hidden from view by a white shawl, but her piercing eyes still show. Children, she says, welcome all. Do come in, please, the kettle is on. You are just in time for tea. We hesitate, as well we might. How can we come in when there is nothing before or behind the door? But Estelle puts one foot inside and looks back at us with a curious expression of serenity on her face. We follow her. We look around at the new space beyond the door and at the parquet floor beneath our dew-soaked feet. As our eyes become accustomed to the brightness of the interior we catch sight of many signs of the world we have entered, but only fleetingly. They pass before our eyes in an instant and then flee beyond the range of sight. There is a staircase, a hat stand, a distant gleam of an ancient cooker, a faint whiff of scones and boiling jam. As we walk inside, our senses are overwhelmed with the new reality, we are rooted to the spot. Do please sit down, says the lady with a slight catch in her throat. We are seated on wooden chairs along one side of an oak table, although we cannot recall how we got there, some slip of the memory perhaps. We have no sense of foreboding, Estelle's serenity has passed to all of us. We can stay here eating scones and jam until the end of time. The lady removes her shawl and reveals a face as beautiful as anyone's mother's. Her deep black eyes glisten like obsidian. She beams a smile of welcome and pours the tea. I'm glad you have come. I've been expecting you, she begins. You must have a thousand questions, so do please ask away. Well, says Steve, what is this door that we passed through? Is this another world? There is no other world, the lady replies, this is the only one. But there is! There is! starts Dave excitedly, Look!. He gets up quickly from the chair, knocking it over in his haste and rushes to the door to open it. He pulls at it with all his force and reveals a black nothingness behind it. We were on the hill, where's it gone? he shouts, what have you done to it? There is no hill. But you climbed the hill in front of us says Gloria. There is no hill. Even Estelle of the serene demeanour is beginning to look worried. How did we get here then, how did you get here, she asks the lady nervously. We have all been here since the beginning of time, the catch in the lady's throat is becoming more evident. No, we have our families down there in the town cries Estelle You have no families,.
Mysterious Moment for alto flute and string trio
Trio à Cordes: violon, alto, violoncelle

$8.00 6.86 € Trio à Cordes: violon, alto, violoncelle PDF SheetMusicPlus

Small Ensemble Cello,Oboe,Viola,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.576733 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Contemporary. Score and parts. 7 pages. David Warin Solomons #90581. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.576733). Mysterious piece in octatonic mode, originally written for the short story The Door The pdf file contains score and parts. The sound sample is an electronic preview. High up on the grassy hill behind the town there is a door. It stands there in its frame with nothing before or behind it. It is locked shut. There is no key. We climb the hill each day. We play each side of the door, games of hide and seek. But we cannot go through the door. Each day we go there during this long sultry summer holiday. We are fascinated by the structure. Why would anyone put a door up there, in its frame, eternally locked, with nothing before or behind it? Maybe it is all that remains of an ancient house? We play, we wonder, we laugh and play, and we return regularly to our homes in time for tea. Then, one day, as we climb the hill for the umpteenth time, a lady dressed in white arrives before us. We watch her take the key out of her bag and insert it in the lock. We are too far downhill to catch up before she closes the door behind her. As we arrive, puffing and panting, Steve knocks on the door. No answer. Dave knocks on the door more forcefully. We hear a distant swish of robes. Gloria knocks, perhaps a little more timidly as the swishing sound approaches. Estelle begins to knock in her turn and the door suddenly opens wide. We all gasp as we see the lady standing there in glistening robes. Her face is hidden from view by a white shawl, but her piercing eyes still show. Children, she says, welcome all. Do come in, please, the kettle is on. You are just in time for tea. We hesitate, as well we might. How can we come in when there is nothing before or behind the door? But Estelle puts one foot inside and looks back at us with a curious expression of serenity on her face. We follow her. We look around at the new space beyond the door and at the parquet floor beneath our dew-soaked feet. As our eyes become accustomed to the brightness of the interior we catch sight of many signs of the world we have entered, but only fleetingly. They pass before our eyes in an instant and then flee beyond the range of sight. There is a staircase, a hat stand, a distant gleam of an ancient cooker, a faint whiff of scones and boiling jam. As we walk inside, our senses are overwhelmed with the new reality, we are rooted to the spot. Do please sit down, says the lady with a slight catch in her throat. We are seated on wooden chairs along one side of an oak table, although we cannot recall how we got there, some slip of the memory perhaps. We have no sense of foreboding, Estelle's serenity has passed to all of us. We can stay here eating scones and jam until the end of time. The lady removes her shawl and reveals a face as beautiful as anyone's mother's. Her deep black eyes glisten like obsidian. She beams a smile of welcome and pours the tea. I'm glad you have come. I've been expecting you, she begins. You must have a thousand questions, so do please ask away. Well, says Steve, what is this door that we passed through? Is this another world? There is no other world, the lady replies, this is the only one. But there is! There is! starts Dave excitedly, Look!. He gets up quickly from the chair, knocking it over in his haste and rushes to the door to open it. He pulls at it with all his force and reveals a black nothingness behind it. We were on the hill, where's it gone? he shouts, what have you done to it? There is no hill. But you climbed the hill in front of us says Gloria. There is no hill. Even Estelle of the serene demeanour is beginning to look worried. How did we get here then, how did you get here, she asks the lady nervously. We have all been here since the beginning of time, the catch in the lady's throat is becoming more evident. No, we have our families down there in the town cries Estelle You have no families,.
Mysterious Moment for oboe and string trio

$8.00 6.86 € PDF SheetMusicPlus

Electric Bass Guitar,Piano Accompaniment - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1105110 By David Kai. By David Kai. Arranged by David Kai. Christian,Contemporary. Full Performance. Duration 254. David Kai #708357. Published by David Kai (A0.1105110). A song for Good Friday. Scripture reference: John 15:13. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. NO GREATER LOVE words and music by David Kai ©1985 A chilly wind blows upon Calvary's hill, the sky is as dark as the night, the sweat and the blood trickle down to the ground, as the townspeople gaze at the sight, And the hands that once held the children near are nailed onto the tree, Why did you have to suffer that for me? They beat him until he could hardly stand, a crown of thorns pierced his head, and all of that time not a single word in his defense he said, And I stood within that angry crowd that jeered along the way, for I helped to put you on the cross that day. CHORUS For the man on the cross filled with sorrow and pain, will bring us to God once again, for no greater love has been shown since that day when the Saviour took our sins away. For all of my life your boundless love I want to get to know, 'though sometimes I've turned my back on you and I’ve heard the rooster crow, but then you've appeared just like a friend to guide my wandering way, no longer on the cross, you're here today. The Light of the World, the Bread of Life, the Son of God, Morning Star, my earthly mind can't comprehend all of the things you are, but even through glass that's dark and dim, my eyes can plainly see, you loved us so much you died to set us free. CHORUS For the man on the cross filled with sorrow and pain, will bring us to God once again, for no greater love has been shown since that day when the Savior took our sins away. No greater love, no there's no greater love, No greater love, no there's no greater love, There's no greater love than to lay down your life for a friend.
No Greater Love
David Kai
$1.99 1.71 € PDF SheetMusicPlus






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