Is it in the early of the day?
The center of time which dissects the whole?
Maybe the dark of the night where light is deep
In the far reaches of the universes
It matters not when the mist is made known
Or the ingredients that causes this event
As in the laughter of children at play
The loss of one loved so deep
Viewing a moment as the heart swells
And the mind absorbs all that is before you
Overflowing with emotions want to express
These are eyes that do not run as the falls
But wet just enough, to become misty
Yeah, It’s A Bird
I had purchased music software a couple years ago that I had totally forgotten about. That is because I upgraded from Netbook to Desktop to Laptop, and during the transition some of my software was buried.
Ok, so I come across my forgotten software by the name of MAGIX Music Maker (and no I’m not doing a review for the company, but I do like it) and start to mess around with it. I check out some of the loops and come across one titled Twitter. I play it and let it loop a few times and I begin to put a little something together, but even before it’s finished I need to give this mix a title. I wasn’t sure if I could name it #Twitter and I didn’t want to spend the time researching that idea. So I titled it Yeah, It’s A Bird. It took me a few more days to finish it and a few more days after that to finalize it. To be honest, I may do a bit more tweaking even though I have it uploaded to SoundCloud.
I actually have three more mixes completed now for a total of 4 but they are not uploaded at this time. I do have them on a disc and play them in my car. I will say that the quality of the sound is better on disc than I had expected. The format uploaded is MP3, while I burned the WAV format to disc.
By the way, did mention that there are no lyrics? I don’t sing, but I do plan some experimenting in the future. This mix is 8 minutes and 6 seconds in length. I would love it if you were to hop over and have a listen and by all means, please come back and let me know what you think.
Findest thine the soul of self
Buried in dept of solitudes
Where thou art in peace of mind
Tranquil to heart’s beat to life
The somber breeze passes not
Yet restest upon thine being
As forest’s leaves sing praise
Symphonic in combined pieces
From the moon to stars
The outers of space
Crickets chirp to night’s delight
To darkness that is truly not
Ocean’s seas pondereth waves
To orchestrate a solstice peace
Yet another player for thine
To bury thyself in solitudes grace
Samuel leading the way
This was my view as we peddled along
Spotted some horse riders enjoying a stroll along the beach
Caught my daughter taking a selfie in the back seat
This shot was all about Samuel
I love this one for the different facial expressions…
who’s more excited?
On the way back it was a stop for horse petting
Then it was time for fun in the sand
And some time to relax
Darcel and Clarice
And of course there’s Neptune
Love’s piece cannot define that which it exhibits with love’s peace
Love is by the worth it gives as receiving to love
Smoldering hearts heated cores to burn for love
Sensations to ends of nerves endings heightened
Yet be it exuberance, to still the senses to pause, reflections