When the night is coming, some shadows stop to gaze at the starlight &nbsp;Then by magic they disappear

When the night is coming, some shadows stop to gaze at the starlight &nbsp;Then by magic they disappear

Sonata improvvisata in G minor

Shy snow settles over the mountains &nbsp;
 
And the dawn then cuddles it as it rises

Shy snow settles over the mountains &nbsp;

And the dawn then cuddles it as it rises

Sonata Improvvisata in E♭ Major

Sitting on the piano stool I invented this sonata. &nbsp;Among the scents and smells of autumn this sonata echoes among the pines still shy of snow

Sitting on the piano stool I invented this sonata. &nbsp;Among the scents and smells of autumn this sonata echoes among the pines still shy of snow