Sapphire Days (CD)


“Elegant, mellow grand piano music, accompanied by a synthesizer, bearing calm, joy, and a touch of sadness, flows from this CD and makes the heart grow calm. Classically trained and internationally celebrated musician, Sweeten doesn’t intrude on her musical creations, except to be the channel through which they flow as they celebrate Earth, the sun that blesses it, and all her creatures. The music bears hints of the musical masters’ phrasing in the music. I hear notes of Barber, Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Brahms; seagulls over the water; a sparrow in the grass; her dog, Shazu, beside her, the sun on her shoulders. This CD is a blessing of sound.”
-The Phoenix



You know the ones…not a cloud graces a sky so blue that it aches and the sun seems to sprinkle everything with magic dust. You’ve seen them in Winter when the sun flickers against a silvered landscape, in Spring, when the first brave flower bursts through the snow to feel the sun’s warmth for the first time in a year, in Summer when the water glitters like gemstones and in Autumn, when Midas lurks around every tree and the slight chill in the air ignites our energies and reminds us of approaching Winter, completing the circle.

These Sapphire days are the standouts, the gems of our lives, which we should savor and treasure in our minds and hearts. But, if you really think about it, every single day has the potential to be a sapphire day, even without the blues and golds, for there is treasure everywhere, if you know how to look!

That’s what the concept behind this album is…So, I hope you will count the grains of sand, revel in the cotton candy floating overhead, see that which lies in the shadows, and reach to the stars while walking with the wind on a sapphire day!

Autumn’s Child
ShazuIn remembrance of our beloved Shazu
July 9, 1987- October 12, 2001

Autumn’s Child knows that the days are much shorter;
But the content is richer, colors , bolder,
As sun dapples a perfect indigo sky,
And vibrant days bid Summer good-bye.

No longer boisterous sounds of Summer abound,
But a hush, and a peace, settle over the ground.
Now Midas lurks around every tree,
And the shy birds sing their reverie.

There’s a gentle caress in the wind that he feels,
But the seagull’s cry is harder to hear…
The coupling of sand and the sea’s still the same,
But the beaches are empty, only lovers remain.

Chill air pales to a sun that warms, like his Mother,
Leaves rain down to become crispy ground cover.
Autumn’s Child knows this is Earth’s finest hour,
Painted with brushes by a masterful power..

A season for savoring, like, homemade apple pie,
From orchards that sway ‘neath that indigo sky..
A time for the taking, remem’bring “Before”,
A time for embracing every gem in God’s store.

There’s a gentle caress in the wind that he feels,
But the seagull’s cry is harder to hear…
Autumn’s Child knows that the days are much shorter…