Tag Archives: Byrose

Samresann

“I am here” the author proclaimed…

Samresann.

In G major.

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“I am here” the author proclaimed,

“Still alive and looking well,

the ink has cracked

yet, you could still hear me well”.

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John William Briggs (1855-1935) made a large number of the original models of violins, violas and cellos. British-born and won a gold medal in Vienna in 1890.

Terisio

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Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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In a neat and orderly fashion

There are many and too hard to state

Covering every page corner

In unison they state….

Nothing to inquire or overheard

Strolling eyes reads the telling’s edge

Make of it what they indicate

Their take-ins of the moment stay

Yet, we’re bonded and doomed to this page.

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Only one word that’s all I can say

Time is no leisure

To write what’s inside

It is slippery, subsiding, and demanding, it’s the end result.

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Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.

Wiamoh

In a neat and orderly fashion…

Wiamoh.

In E minor.

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In a neat and orderly fashion

There are many and too hard to state

Covering every page corner

In unison they state.

Nothing to inquire or overheard

Strolling eyes reads the telling’s edge

Make of it what they indicate

Their take-ins of the moment stay

Yet we’re bonded and doomed to this page.

Only one word that’s all I can say.

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John William Owen (1883-1933) was a British luthier whose talent was across the board, covering the making of bows, violins, violas, violoncellos, and double-basses.

William Meredith Morris

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Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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Time is no leisure

To write what’s inside

It is slippery, subsiding, and demanding, it’s the end result.

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The silence that one knows, silence 

who speaks, who knows?

write high, write low, then you will know.

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Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.

Luwmeyo

Time is no leisure…

Luwmeyo

In F-sharp major.

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Time is no leisure

to write what’s inside

It is slippery, subsiding, and demanding, it’s the end result.

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Ivy Rimmer Owen (1883 – ??) was an English violin maker who worked as the only assistant to her father John William Owen (1852- 1933).

Violin Research Japan

Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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The silence that one knows, silence 

who speaks, who knows?

write high, write low, then you will know.

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Words conversed and agree

on how their line-up ought to be

mirroring the spirit of the thought they will reveal.

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 Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.

Enbielyo

The silent that one knows…

Enbielyo.

In A major.

The silence that one knows

Who speaks, who knows?

Write high, write low, then you will know.

Alessandro Gagliano (1640-1725) came from an extended family of violin makers. Alessandro decided to follow his own instant of originality and character rather than be another follower. His cello speech highly of the master.

Miocannone.

Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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Words conversed and agree

on how their line-up ought to be

mirroring the spirit of the thought they will reveal.

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The word has spoken

before dreams became sounds

like clouds without borders, leaving empty skies.

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Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.

Byrose

Words conversed and agree…

Byrose

In A minor.

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Words conversed and agree

on how their line-up ought to be

mirroring the spirit of the thought they will reveal.

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Henry Jaye was an early English 17th-century viol maker. His name was recorded from 1606 till 1636.

Michael Dollendorf.

Musicpainting compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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The word has spoken

before dreams became sounds

like clouds without borders, leaving empty skies.

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Your tune is sublime

deep springs blossom inside

yet tunes are not true, well advised.

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Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Refection from the Mediterranean.