(再投稿）ブルクミュラーの素直な心/コードアレンジでオシャレに

This is a re-upload of the blog I posted the other day.
(I don’t remember deleting it, but somehow it’s gone…)

To those who had already read it—sorry about that.
The section on Burgmüller’s piece remains the same, but I’ve written something new about my daily life, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading it again.

Stylish Burgmüller Chord Arrangement / “Innocence”

A classic piece for piano learners — Innocence by Burgmüller.

This time, I gave the left-hand chords a bit of a stylish twist.
I experimented with adding tones, layering nearby notes, and creating harmonies that softly clash and resolve—almost like searching for a sound that suddenly opens up.

I’ve written out a simple score as well, so feel free to try it out.
Have you ever played chords like these before?

 Things That Hold Memories

I don’t care much about brands or material things.
But items given to me by friends, or things I picked up on travels, I tend to cherish for a long time.

Cups, towels, earrings, CDs, tins…
Many are 10–20 years old now. One of my favorite cups was part of a set of three from a friend. The others have chipped or broken over time, and this is the only one that’s survived.
I think it was made by an artist—perhaps someone whose mother ran a private gallery.

To cherish an object is natural—but more than that, it’s the memories attached to it that matter most.
Moments that can never be replaced.

Times when I was able to keep going because someone was by my side.
Stories we shared.
Music I loved back then.
How young I was, emotionally, at the time.
These objects seem to hold all that.

It might sound strange to say “memories reside in things,” but what I mean is that they hold an atmosphere, a kind of presence that instantly brings back a certain moment. That’s something I really value.

When I give someone a gift, I wonder—
Will I choose something as thoughtful as this?
Will the person treasure it?
Will it make them remember me someday?

Maybe that sounds sentimental.
But I can’t help it—because what really matters is the time we shared.

That’s why I feel a bit sad when people throw everything away for the sake of minimalism.

Do you have things that carry memories? Or do you prefer a clean slate?

• A cup from an old friend—only one remains now.

• A handmade teacup by a friend just learning pottery.
  She said she struggled to shape it just right, and her teacher helped.
  The tea leans slightly when poured—but that’s part of the charm.

• A wooden coaster from a handmade goods event.

• A tiny Shima-enaga bird chopstick rest—also from an event.

• A handmade leaf-shaped chopstick rest, now used to hold earrings.

• Earrings I bought 10 years ago. Worn and fading, but just the right length and shape.

• Fir tree earrings from a friend. Every winter, I think of her and wonder how she’s doing.

 Recent Activity

I’ve just released a new album—
A collection of pieces composed with a very calm and clear heart.

There’s something strange I often feel when I finish a piece…
When I listen back later, I sometimes wonder, “Did I really make this?”

I may have written about this before on the blog.

This new album hasn’t had a single play yet (haha).
I included some older tracks that were previously well-received, but it seems the platform treats it as an old release—so it’s not getting many views. Maybe I shouldn’t have included them.

“Omoide” (Memories)

This track might overlap a little with what I wrote in this post.
I tried to turn those wordless feelings into music.

If you feel like it, please give it a listen.