Send In the Clowns - Frank Sinatra.

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.

Arrival of the Birds - The Cinematic Orchestra

Divenire - Ludovico Einaudi

Song to the Moon - Antonin Dvořák

Silver moon upon the deep dark sky,
Through the vast night pierce your rays.
This sleeping world you wander by,
Smiling on man's homes and ways.
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me,
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Tell him, oh tell him, my silver moon,
Mine are the arms that shall hold him,
That between waking and sleeping he may
Think of the love that enfolds him,
May between waking and sleeping
Think of the love that enfolds him.
Light his path far away, light his path,
Tell him, oh tell him who does for him stay!
Human soul, should it dream of me, Let my memory wakened be.
Moon, moon, oh do not wane, do not wane,
Moon, oh moon, do not wane....

Greece from above...

"If love's a sweet passion" - Henry Purcell (1659-1695) The Fairy Queen

If Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?

If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?

Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,

Or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain?

Yet so pleasing the Pain, so soft is the Dart,

That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart.

I press her Hand gently, look Languishing down,

And by Passionate Silence I make my Love known.

But oh! I'm Blest when so kind she does prove,

By some willing mistake to discover her Love.

When in striving to hide, she reveals all her Flame,

And our Eyes tell each other, what neither dares Name.

Ye Gentle Spirits of the Air, appear;

Prepare, and joyn your tender Voices here.

Cath, and repeat the Trembling Sounds anew,

Soft as her Sighs and sweet as pearly dew,

Run new Division, and such Measures keep,

As when you lull the God of Love asleep. 

Debussy - Jardins Sous la Pluie, Gardens under the rain

Autumn

The Beauty of Autumn - a poem by Katherine M. Nuñez

To built A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

The pains of the Soul/ Les Plaintes de Psyche, Jacques de Gallot

Summer, Vivaldi, The Four Seasons

Indila - Derniere Danse / One Last Dance

Oh my sweetest suffering
since you'll restart no point in struggling
I'm but one being who is trifling
without him I'm a bit "at sea"
I walk the tube myself and me
One last dance fling
to leave behind my pain that's crumbling
I want to leave, on you I'm stumbling
Oh my sweetest suff'ring

I move the sky, the day, the night
I dance with rain, or wind alike
one touch of love, one honey bite
and I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I'm scared, I run
Is it my time?
The pain will come...
All over Paris, myself I'll slight
And I take flight, fly, fly, fly, fly
Just hope I'm stuffing...
on this path without your loving,
a living hell, without you life
is but a set that shines, meaning nothing

I move the sky, the day, the night
I dance with rain, or wind alike
one touch of love, one honey bite
and I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I'm scared, I run
Is it my time?
The pain will come...
All over Paris, myself I'll slight
And I take flight, fly, fly, fly, fly

In this sweetest suff'ring,
whose price I paid in full not counting,
just listen how my heart's astounding,
I'm this world's child you're pounding

I move the sky, the day, the night
I dance with rain, or wind alike
one touch of love, one honey bite
and I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I'm scared, I run
Is it my time?
The pain will come...
All over Paris, myself I'll slight
And I take flight, fly, fly, fly, fly

The force of life...

Spring

Winter

Aignish (Capercaillie), sung by Karen Matheson

When a Woman Loves a Man, by David Lehman

Sonera, Cloud Atlas trailer, by Thomas Bergersen

Secret to Life