Falling Leaves In The Wind

Hilma, oh Hilma

"Flutter in A Flat Minor" is an orchestral instrumental painting a scene of butterflies flitting just out of reach. The piccolo flute takes the lead, embodying the light, airy motion, while a legato string ensemble provides the main body. The piece uses a blend of contrasting textures, including staccato bassoon and tremolo violin, alongside lush atmospheric elements like fractal wind alchemy and canyon cloud pads. A central clarinet melody and harp weave through the track, enhanced by Chord Trigger and arpeggiator effects for a sense of synchronistic, weaving motion.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia
6.11.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Flutter in A Flat Minor

No More Words

In memory of a beloved doggy.
At the end she fell asleep in my Granddaughters arms.
Where do Dogs go

Today we have lost a dear friend,
it was a friend that we loved so much.
I am sure that she is in heaven for dogs
and I believe that she looks at us every day
that lies ahead in the future. 
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


I remember the first time when we met.
It was a summer day when they did arrive.
She was comfortably lying in my daughter’s knee.
It was obvious that she loved her masters
and the expression in her face was sweet.
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


Her little sister is searching for her
and she can smell her scent everywhere,
in every corner inside and outside their home
and when she doesn’t find her sister she starts to grief.
She can still feel the love from her,
and now You know where dogs will go
after fulfilling their duty in life

Lyrics in Swedish

Vart tar hundarna vägen?

Idag har vi förlorat en kär vän,
det var en vän som vi älskade så mycket.
Jag är säker på att hon är i himlen för hundar
och jag tror att hon ser på oss alla dagar
som ligger framför oss i framtiden.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän

Jag minns första gången när vi träffades,
det var en sommardag när de kom.
Hon låg bekvämt i min dotters knä.
Det var uppenbart att hon älskade sina ägare
och uttrycket i hennes ansikte var ljuvt.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän


Hennes lillasyster letar efter henne
och hon kan känna hennes doft överallt,
i varje hörn både inomhus och utanför deras hem
och när hon inte hittar sin syster börjar hon sörja.
Hon kan fortfarande känna kärleken från henne.
Och nu vet du vart hundar kommer att ta vägen
efter att ha uppfyllt sin plikt i livet

Where do Dogs go - 2025-11-10 14.47

My time is here, I stand so tall,  
Through the silence, I hear the call,  
Every heartbeat, strong and true,  
My time is here, I’m breaking through....

⏳🎶 My Time Is Here

Does the moon keep its glow in the dark night sky
Do the rivers stop running when mountains cry
I heard a story about stars that never fall
But can love outshine them all

Can love last forever
Forever and more
Like waves on the shore
They just can't ignore
Will it echo in the canyon
Hum in the trees
Can love last forever
Tell me please

If the sun takes a bow and the world turns cold
Will love still burn like fire
Brave and bold
Does it linger in the air like a whispered song
Or fade like shadows when the night's too long

They say nothing stays
Not even the rain
But is love the one thing that breaks the chain

Can love last forever
Forever and more
Like waves on the shore
They just can't ignore
Will it echo in the canyon
Hum in the trees
Can love last forever
Tell me please


Maybe it's a gamble
Maybe it's a dream
A flicker in the distance
Or a steady beam
But I'll hold on tight
Through the stormy weather
Hoping love lasts forever
Forever together

Furthermore .mp3

A Floating Heart. 

After you were gone
My heart fell apart
A jigsaw without structure 
A mess of lonely parts

I think you took me with you
My breath, my life, my soul 
For, all that remained 
Was this deep & vacant hole

One day I fell into its depths 
Without thought of return
Crumbling to a waste of ash
In my own neglected urn

Suddenly, blinking, I awoke 
Beneath the sun's golden hue
Thinking, how I'd lose the memories 
Of times I'd spent with you

For, they're as precious as the flowers
That were my bed when I awoke
I think, that day,  I also  bloomed 
With a brand-new sense of hope

Years later, I was wandering 
Like Wordsworth's lonely cloud
Watching faces, & empty spaces 
Within the passing crowd

There was contemplation, & fascination 
And dreams of what could be
There was true stagnation, & liberation
For all the world to see

And all the healing hearts
Were floating in the air
Whispering of the cross
They no longer had to bear 

Now, free to drift along
without want or despair
Serendipitous little balloons
Of  hope, love, & repair

Then, one floated down
Like a gentle summer rain 
"Have we met before?" She said
And, so my life began again

Yes, my life began again
You'd found your way back home
And you whispered in my ear
We will never be alone

We will never be alone

You'd found your way back home…




©️ Stephen W Atkinson 




A Floating Heart.

More  dystopian  tech musing about how we will manage this growing power of AI,   using the  Original Star Trek Episode Where No Man Has Gone Before ....Hopefully we get it right... 


Where No Man Has Gone Before

I'm a doctor
Not a prophet
I wonder how it came to this
A little nature 
A little nurture
I'll be a song psychiatrist 
Kinda hokey but you get the gist

Was it father?
Was it mother?
With their foolish and their fallacies
Computer Nation
AI creation
They put a bunch of little devils in me
We've gone giddy on the gadgetry

Erratic fanatics 
We rage, we rile up 
So routine, the calls for war
Id inner states to sublimate
Let's take a trip to Where No Man Has Gone Before

…..Wait there's more…….

Once a doctor
Now a defector
With a push ‘n’ prompt electro-fist
Paranoia meets persuasion
Money maker on the precipice 
Gone from licensed to the ludicrous 

It's so cinematic 
God makes Man makes God to call for war
All urethaned and baked our brains
Shall we wake them and go to Where No Man Has Gone Before

Where's the Human?
Here's the New Man
The doctor now a fantasist 
AI shaker
Body faker
No longer the psychiatrist
Even Captain Kirk has been dismissed
Algorithms trump the Altruist 
When I'm cranky then I get like this
Gonna Meta-meet my therapist








Where No Man Has Gone Before

Drown in the Quiet

Would You Notice

**"For me, AccessDenied isn’t just a name – it’s a feeling. It’s about all those moments in life when you try to break through, but something invisible holds you back. I write music to push past that wall. My songs aren’t perfect — they’re raw, vulnerable, and alive — just like me. Every beat is a thought I couldn’t say out loud, every drop is a breath I’ve been holding for too long.

AccessDenied is my outlet and my rebellion. I blend the electronic with the human, the dark with the hopeful. I want people to feel free to be broken, angry, happy, or everything at once. Because in the end, it’s not about escaping reality — it’s about facing it with open eyes, and letting the music speak when words can’t."**
— AccessDenied