Justin Reeve

Released in 1983 as the lead single for the album Frontiers, “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” is a keyboard-driven rock anthem about the emotional struggle and ultimate resilience following a painful breakup. A quintessential 80s rock hit, the song was co-written by singer Steve Perry and keyboardist Jonathan Cain while the band was on tour, inspired by the divorces that guitarist Neal Schon and bassist Ross Valory were going through. Perry and Cain sought to write a song that, instead of being a traditional ballad, was an uplifting and urgent declaration of self-determination, acknowledging the pain (“Here we stand, worlds apart”) while holding onto the hopeful conviction that true love will eventually return (“Someday love will find you”).

The lead Swahili vocals in this arrangement are sung by Jaqueen Mwende. 🌍💔🥁

Download MP3: https://music.justinreeve.com/separate-ways-worlds-apart/

Hapa tumesimama, mbali tumetengana
Mioyo imevunjika, nimejawa na huzuni
Usiku sipati usingizi, nafsi inanong'ona
Nitakupata wapi wee ndoto haziishina

K**a atakuumiza roho
Mapenzi ya kweli hayakimbii
Unajua bado nakupenda

Pachelbel's Canon...in space!!! 🛰✨🪐

https://music.justinreeve.com/pachelbels-starship/

A short song with an outer-spacey vibe. 🚀🌌🌎

https://music.justinreeve.com/dreams-of-terra/

An original piano/instrumental song. Somehow it reminds me of the last days of spring, a bittersweet farewell to the end of the early blooms. 🌺🥀🌸

Sheet music and accompaniment track available at https://music.justinreeve.com/a-fading-blossom/ 🎼🎵🎶

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Can the rose of summer fade,
The bright and blooming rose?
Shall winter sweep the glade,
Where its tender beauty blows?
There is perfume in the air,
And it steals from the opening flower;
But the winds shall rudely tear
The treasures of field and bower.

They fade, — how soon they fade,
The flowers of earth and sky!
Was all that beauty made,
To smile a moment and die?
O, will not the colors stay,
That glow in the west at even,
And the hues of the rising day
Be ever the charm of heaven?

O, let me not think the flowers
Shall ever be borne away
From the full and loaded bowers,
Where they welcome the early day.
I would not indulge one thought,
That a rose or a cheek could wither;
But believe their colors, caught
From heaven, shall be wafted thither.

- James Gates Percival