Hi everyone,

I thought maybe you 'like' a melancholic ballad. It deals with a situation that is probably very familiar (or will be in time). https://soundcloud.com/user-296497130/our-house
The style is Buggane, the key F#m and the tempo 100.
The main instruments used are a piano, cello, a harp and a sythesizer. And drums and a acoustic bass and guitar, to be complete. The composition and lyrics are mine.

It was a bit difficult to sing such a song. Very emotional, even though it wasn't my story (but nearby).
I did something exiting; the high voice was mine but some semitones higher and some more tweaking things. I'm not sure if I can do this again. But in this case I think it worked out good.
What do you think? And maybe you have suggestions how to deal with this more easy.

Thanks anyway for listening,
Hans

The lyrics
Our House
(c) HWBerkhout, july 2019

I was musing of our time here together
I was a child. This was our house. We called it home
I trusted God. So for me this would stay forever
I could not see in time we all shall go

We had much fun, felt so safe around our home
Our mom, she smiled when we visit where we grew up
And we saw she never was alone
Now I strolled through a silenced house, I felt a tear drop

For years and years we lived our life, it was our house
Here we'd laughed and cried in many ways
It's our history, this place we all espouse
Now you left us, I walked in a mournful place

We had much fun, felt so safe around our home
Our mom, she smiled when we visit where we grew up
And we saw she never was alone
Now I strolled through a lifeless house, I felt a tear drop

=solo=

Staring at the garden I can hear our children calling
Now we all tore down that past
Clearing rooms to leave forever is appalling
Knowing soon our house will be recast...

We now leave forever
The house stays behind
A page is turned over, can't go back, never!
But it will always stay in our mind

We had much fun, felt so safe around our home
Still see mom's smile, all the time we cared her there
But even though she never was alone
No more strolling in that empty house, tears where everywhere
It was our house

Hans Berkhout
(Birchwood)
https://soundcloud.com/user-296497130