soft piano songs that make me feel in heaven

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Publicado 2024-05-03
feels like i'm floating
Sheet music for some of the pieces available at: www.opheliawilde.com/
Painting: Frederick Stuart - A Willing Captive

Timestamps:

00:00 Nicholas Bamberger - Flume
04:22 Yann Tiersen, Covery by Ophelia Wilde - comptine d'un autre été, l'après-midi
06:41 Ludovico Einaudi, Cover by Ophelia Wilde - una mattina
09:58 Holly Jones - twilight
11:51 Jonas Kolberg - the ballet dancer
14:08 Yana Couto - ottilia
16:38 Ophelia Wilde - the fairy
18:11 Robert Gromotka - dreamland
20:22 Elia lo Monaco -stay
22:21 Sarah Watson - broken clouds
24:02 Claude Debussy, Minoire - clair de lune
29:08 Thomas Klak - gentle waves
31:49 Ophelia Wilde - the swan (reimagined)
33:35 Dennis Korn - coming home
35:48 Koshun Nakao - early mornings
38:18 Luke Faulkner - awakening


#aesthetic #ethereal #spring #summer #peaceful #relaxing

Todos los comentarios (21)
  • @ComusCat
    To whoever is reading this, I hope you heal from the things you don’t speak about. I hope you find peace within your day. If all you did was get out of bed today, have a glass of water, or even just did whatever you could, just know that’s the best you could do at that moment and that’s okay. Everyone sleep well and I hope the waves of relaxation wash over you. Sending love and healing and light to all of you.
  • @PassionWorker13
    Just got off a very rough shift at work where we finished nearly an hour behind schedule. Clair de Lune has never been so beautiful.
  • @twyla9559
    A friend I wish to find a friend. One who is willing to listen. One who is willing to share. One who is willing to teach. One who is willing to learn. One who I can trust and not fool me. One who tells the truth however hard it may be. One who shall not deceive nor abandon me… One who shares the same things I love and know… One who I can fully trust and fight along with… One who I can give my redamancy to as I’m filled with an unknown yearning… Oh to laugh with a friend I truly know!<3 To this person who shares the burning passion with me and sparks it to burn it down in glory and rejoice. To shed my tears with, whenever one of us is feeling blue, whether one enough to drown in or fill up a lake. To talk until the wee hours, in greetings of the midnight skies. To fall amidst the night, staring at the graveyard of stars underneath the solitude of the moon. To share secrets within the heart and soul that bleeds through our spoken words and actions. To cause mayhem and join me in the chaos that burns and blazes until I fade to ashes. To the one who tolerates me when I get out of bed on the wrong side some other days. To the one who is willing to stay during my rainy days, my dullness and greys. To when I'm in the pits of sorrow and despair, deep in the dark where it is lonely and cold like snow, that's filled with the darkness and frost I whelve in the depths within me. To share insights and opportunities for both of us to learn and improve, threading each other to the right path and guiding each other when one is lost, as we trek through the pathway growing and repairing our torn souls. To help each other in the midst of this chaotic and cruel world, within the judgment of society's perception of us. To help both of us survive and face whatever challenges we face in the course of life, with the difficulties of the journey we face in our everyday lives. To not judge one another and embrace each other's imperfections, showing each other's scars and fears. To show our true selves, no hiding behind masks or fabricated lies unveiling all truths hidden behind the tapestry. To you I can be true to myself however weird or crazy I may be. To you who I can share my thoughts and talk to till the end of time, within our abditory we stay. To you who is always willing to listen and do fun things together. To you who can confide in me your true feelings and thoughts whatever it may be. To you who always makes my day bright. To you who never fails to make me laugh or smile. To our chapters yet to be written and stories yet to be told. To the voices that speak inside us their whispers unheard. To imagine the same world together and explore all hidden possibilities. To go and have adventures, starting our journey. To lay down the meadow having a picnic under the oak tree. To draw or paint pictures of you, keeping pictures of us, and write poems about you. To exchange our heartfelt letters and send messages, delivered by the wind. To do anything we want wild and free. I have a lot more things to say, to show and tell, yet I can't speak. I would love to stay and have fun with you forever, to stay within our zone for eternity. Yet we may be bold and take risks for what life may be if there's no plot twist? All memories we have yet to create and experience, I wish to one day do all these and meet thee. Who is this person whom I seek? I seek a friend. Is this person truly a friend I seek? Perhaps I simply wish to connect with someone and understand... I hope one day to meet you whoever you are, this mysterious person I wish to meet and greet. :) Decided to share here it's not good but I hope it's okay :]
  • @jamiemcateer1086
    "feels like i'm floating" she says He ponders this wistful thought, alongside the gentle patter of spring rain on the window looking in. "Maybe we are all floating", he thinks to himself. "like cherry tree petals in the wind, letting fate decide our direction". Her poetry was a thing of beauty, never failing to make his mind wander. Attached to the letter were 16 serene melodies she referred to as, "soft piano songs that make me feel in heaven". If one looked close enough, they would be able to see a gentle smile on his face, "Perhaps all one needs to find their own heaven are soft melodies and a romantical imagination". He sets the letter down, reaching for the fountain pen to start his reply, but suddenly he stops. Realisation breaks the fantasy he caught himself up in. The letters she sends never has a return address. He could not send any letters back, and she keeps sending hers. "What hopelessness we both must be feeling...". Amidst this hopelessness, he grabs the melody sheets and wanders to his rustic piano. Playing can be heard across the Oxfordshire streets and fields of a fantasical soul living a hopeless romance. "There he goes again. She's sent another one", they think in sympathy as they walk past, joining in on the personal heaven he has lost himself to. And so, the story goes on. A lover of poetry sending her letters to a lover she doesn't believe exists, who indeed is caught in a paradox of fate. Only one question remains, how will this story end?
  • @userzozii4
    Listening to it while studying for ENT exam wish me luck 🤞🏻2024/5/3
  • @sewmuchjoy
    Once Upon a Spring Morning Once upon a spring morning fluffy clouds drifted by crystal dreams floating against the azure sky, Warm sunlight beaming down in ethereal mists of gold; shining upon the pathway dappling the marigolds, Passing beneath an archway following where it led pink petals thickly rested roses climbed overhead, Hummingbirds flitting by beautiful and shimmering emerald, sapphire and ruby bright jewels glistening, Reaching the other end stepping out into the light I gasped aloud in awe at what was in my sight, Lacy leaves of chamomile Lavender- a splash of purple Snapdragons tall and yellow Baby’s Breath-perfect and subtle, Morning dew glittered upon the carpet of grass waving The wind whispered quietly through my hair playing, Butterflies dance on a breeze; choir of birdsong in the air doves coo softly above a spider weaves her lair, To the left my gaze holds yellow roses upon the fence fragrant and heavy blossoms with dark green ivy dense, Daisies bobbed their heads Cornflowers indigo blue Bail, sage and lemon balm the scent savory and calm, I twirled about laughing clasping my hat in hand then paused- still smiling looking out across the land, The breeze caught my dress the hem floated around white, airy and billowing then settled on the ground, I bent down to a rose lightly kissing soft petals- it brushed across my nose, as I caressed the red velvet, Grasping a thick branch of the drooping boughs I ducked under leaves of the prickly ash trees, Drawing a deep breath in; cool shade washed over me a swing moved and swayed- wood beginning to fade, I walked forward to his grave placing the dark red rose upon forget-me-nots on the ground teal covered each mound, Settling onto the old plank I began to swing gently lifting my face to the sun a tear trickled slowly, I then smiled-relaxed in my garden serene peaceful and so happy... once upon a spring morning. ☺
  • @markfritz9215
    Beautiful playlist for a foggy mountain morning here in the Ozarks Missouri. Thank you for sharing.
  • @Karlamichelle57
    I love everything you put out! Between the art and music it’s just all perfection! Started to live a more slow down life and your videos are a perfect addition to my routine ❤️
  • @endahkusuma4459
    Feels like i live in a magical world with beautiful creatures 😍
  • @jessicap5027
    Excellent compositions of yours and curation!
  • @seasymphony2
    Very nice job,thanks for sharing this beautiful video 🥰🌹
  • @blessingna495
    "...maybe next life?." peacefully she said, He gave her a bright smile even though he knew that this life would be the last 9th life for him to return to her again; ".. I'll see you there.." he said softly with his last breath... She trusted him with all her heart. .... (just for fun) (I'm a big fan of this channel, I'm really into it. May God bless you and thank you so much.)
  • @milena9948
    Your play is so enchanting - thank you! (I always look at the name of the composer and their piece ;) ) 💟💟💟