Egirnosa.
In F major (viola).
.
Waiting for the conductor cue.
The old feels so new.
With eagerness and passion to start.
Till a thought glided by, and missed the cue.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Egirnosa.
In F major (viola).
.
Waiting for the conductor cue.
The old feels so new.
With eagerness and passion to start.
Till a thought glided by, and missed the cue.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Suykhoyi.
In G major (viola).
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Follow W, follow O, follow L.
Follow L, follow O and W.
Then, follow M and E.
So, so, follow me.
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#Suykhoyi
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Osubeiro
In A major (viola).
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On a warm glowing dry sunny day.
A whisper quiet sheltered beach.
The golden sand shimmers and glitters.
Hot and crunchy under your feet.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Riemuio.
In B major (viola).
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Look at that picture.
A fly on a white wall.
The narrative is alive and distinctive.
The rain is not far to come and fall.
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#Riemuio
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Diomezai
In F sharp major (clarinet).
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A call for a crashing sound.
Roll up those booming drums.
Ring up those bourdon bells.
Let them boom, let them swell.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Lisuglare
In E major (oboe).
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The sun flags its glare.
To think of day off the book.
In the calmness of silence and no hocks.
Brightens nature with no ballyhoo.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ifolleia.
In D major (oboe).
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The soprano winked at me.
Following the score, was it A, B and then E?
Playfully, the score bounced up and took lead.
Helplessly, I just followed its lead.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Wulstora.
In A major (oboe).
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A day of an early bed.
Quite sad to a miserable day.
Thunder, it seems all you get.
Till darkness comes to your pillow head.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ekamylo.
In E major (oboe).
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Heavy rain came pounding down.
As if the sky was crashing down.
Its force arches your back.
For the strong roof spring it back.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Hkeolet
In F sharp major (clarinet).
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As a guest on Earth.
We receive and then complain.
No hidden plans, but just open plains.
And yet, how do we tread?
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#Hkeolet
Reflections from the Mediterranean.