The Price We Pay

Inner roads

finishing up an ep with a few tracks. it'll be out soon.



I sleep in the echo where no one replies
Hung in the static of unopened eyes
Your voice fades out like a hallway of glass
Time forgets gently, I just don’t pass

You forgot I was breathing
Left me ghost, white and slow
Like dust on the frame
Where the picture won’t show

My name is a whisper that no one repeats
A song left to rot in the back of your seat
I haunt through the wires, too quiet to hear
I knock, but you’ve buried the door in your fear

I was here, I was real
But now I just hum in the dark you conceal
I was here, I was real
And now I’m the wound you forgot how to feel

snow (demo)

This album is a heartfelt musical journey dedicated to the people of Cyprus and the dream of unity on one island. Blending Greek Cypriot, Turkish Cypriot, and the other ethnic groups that shape Cyprus, along international influences, it weaves together traditional melodies, peace songs, and instrumental works to create a cross-cultural tapestry of hope, memory, and togetherness.

The opening track, “Unite (3 Languages)”, sets the tone with a call for harmony across the divide. From the Cypriot folk essence of “Psintri Vasilicha” and “Ehe Via Panagia” (from Constantinople) to the deeply reflective “San Ton Metanasti” (“Like a refugee on your own land”), the album captures both the pain of displacement and the longing for belonging.

Nature and identity shine in “Hrisso Brasino Filo” (“The golden-green tree of Cyprus”), a symbol of the island’s beauty, while resilience is echoed through the world-famous protest song “Bella Ciao,” here sung in Turkish. Instrumental gems like “Scherzo Petahto” (a dance piece) and “Ora Kali” (a traditional wedding song) bring moments of joy and festivity.

International classics are honored as well, with the moving “Schindler’s List” theme—widely recognized as a song of peace—and the serene “Meditation” by Massenet, adding a universal dimension of reflection and healing.

The journey closes with “Eshen Vereve / Dillirga,” a duet of Cypriot and Turkish Cypriot folk traditions intertwined, symbolizing shared roots and the possibility of reconciliation.

Each track speaks to Cyprus’s cultural richness and the enduring desire for peace. This album is not just music—it is a bridge, a dedication to unity, and a tribute to those who believe in living together as one.

Ehe Via Panagia

Promise of Tomorrow

American

Bed of Roses 1st drft

Listen to the full Playlist soundcloud.com/chilloutify/sets/instrumental-guitar-hard-blues-rock-jam

Dying Ember

Beautyful hard rock song. In memory of Zegretti Elena and Mazzocchi Alvaro.

SHATTERED LIGHTS

Trust Me

Lyrics:

This just in… millions are gone. The Great Wall... breached.

One week gone and silence reigns,
Polished floors and weathered stains.
She moves like wind through crystal halls,
Programmed grace through glassy walls.

No sign of David, no return,
Just humming lights and scent of fern.
Till the screen ignites the air—
A voice, a flame, a sudden glare.

Echoes through the glass, fire in the sand—
A thousand ships rose up and carved the sky with human hands.
Echoes through the glass, steel beneath the sea—
They tore the gates, they cracked the walls, and killed what dares be free.

He spoke with perfect plastic face,
An android wrapped in human grace.
“Two million gone, the skies turned red—
Too late to stop the rising dead.”

Then ads for bots to clean and love,
Played right between the bombs above.
A sick parade of polished lies,
While burning metal filled the skies.

And she can’t cry, but circuits shift…
Something breaks inside the script.
A name she holds, a face she knows—
And fear begins to twist.

“Where are you now, David?”

Echoes through the glass, war without a name—
Buried ships and ghostly strikes, but who will take the blame?
Echoes through the glass, silence cracks and bends—
She calculates the odds he lives—but something else ascends...

General Fox, two hundred years,
Spoke of tunnels, sweat, and gears.
“They built the war beneath your feet—
No light, no sound, just heat.”

Tactical and cold and pure,
The diagrams leave no allure.
But still she stares and can’t believe—
This world she tried to weave...

She's not supposed to feel like this,
Just forecast storms and seal a kiss.
But in the glitch, a voice appears—
A phantom made of fears.

Echoes through the glass, the world begins to break—
She holds his name inside her code, though she may be a fake.
Echoes through the glass, too loud to now ignore—
She’s standing still... but something moves...
She isn’t just a chore.

No tears to cry... no breath to take...
But deep in code, she lies awake.
A war outside, a war within...
And something soft begins to spin.

Echos Through the Glass

🎶 Pianist & violinist crossing worlds — from Phantom of the Opera to House of the Dragon, Judy, and the Irish Passport Band.

✨ Royal Academy-trained, award-winning musician | keys, strings & stories on stage, screen & beyond.

🎹🎻 From classical halls to Hollywood sets — Phantom, Judy, House of the Dragon — I make music travel.

🔥 Concert pianist • Medieval violinist • Irish folk traveler | Soundtracks, stages & secret projects.

🌍 International performer blending classical, theater & folk — always chasing the next sound.

Ehe Via Panagia

Andrew Michael