The Wishing Well...Everyone has wished upon a birthday, most of us, upon a star. How many wishes have you bought with pennies tossed into a wishing well?
Days of Innocence...The wonder in a summer meadow...Oh, to be a child again.
Bittersweet...Life is full of these moments. Cherish them.
Hollie's Wedding Isle...Written for my daughter Hollie for her walk down the wedding aisle.
Promise Me...This song inspired a very gifted friend to write lyrics thus becoming the perfect wedding song. It was sung at my daughter's wedding. Soon to be released with vocals and sheet music.
White Sand...I began writing this piece immediately upon arriving home after visiting Mexico. The beautiful white sandy beaches, waves lapping at my ankles with my toes sinking in the sand. Shopping in the open markets of Mexico..peddlers with blankets, baskets, and burritos. I even went to a bullfight...(I'd much rather shop than go to a bullfight.)
Mother's Day...A happy song written for my mother. I love you mom.
The Lighthouse Window...Standing tall and strong, the lighthouse has served as a beacon to many a ship. It's intriguing to ponder the mysteries of what sights the lighthouse window has beheld.
Approaching Storm...The smell of rain is carried on the cool breeze of a warm afternoon. The roll of a distant thunder turns your eye towards the darkening eastern sky. The breeze becomes a gust of wind, and suddenly the rain begins. As the storm grows in intensity, you feel awed at it's power. The air is charged with electricity and all of nature takes cover. The clouds break, the sun peeks through and then disappears once more, yielding a gentle prolonged rain, to say goodbye as it leaves this landscape.
Peace Afterwards...Inspired as a patriotic song, but received its title after the tragic events of 9/11.
Home Again...There's no place like home. That feeling you get as you walk through the door..the warmth of being surrounded by the things you love. Isn't it good to be home?
Sweet Dreams...This peace was written for my 2-year old grandson Justin. Whenever I would tell him it was bedtime, he'd say, "But Nana, I'm not tired," while rubbing his eyes and yawning. There's something so special about watching a sleeping child, that moment of innocence, sleeping so peacefully, while only moments before, abundant energy, grubby hands and endless chatter.