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Michael Ortega - Broken Hearts

Cold  - Jorge Méndez (Sad Piano & Violin Instrumental)

I took some time away to write a short collection of piano and string pieces named 'Of Sleep and Time'. This is the opening piece.

Of Sleep and Time is available for free download at https://levipatel.bandcamp.com/

I have recently released an alternate version 'As she passes (nocturne)', included on my album A Shifting Lightness https://levipatel.bandcamp.com/album/a-shifting-lightness

Of Sleep and Time

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As she passes

I am trying hard to come up with songs that are, for me, different. In this song two people meet, recognising a common feeling of loneliness, they go for a coffee and chat about their respective issues. Afterwards they agree to mee t again - cue for a follow up song - or two.

I have tried to work with an unexpected structure, short verses and longer choruses. AND staying away from cliche rhymes by actively staying away from rhymes altogether. I like it and although I found it difficult to stay within it's boundaries, I  have come to love the way I flowed from verse to pre -chorus to chorus. I really hope to complete the story in a trilogy at some time in the near future.

We'll Meet again

Answer me

He set the table himself dim lights, polished wood, candles flickering like the last hopes in his chest. He placed his heart on the plate, raw and honest, hoping it would be enough.

She arrived, perfume first, beauty next. She smiled. She listened to his dreams, maybe even believed them for a minute. But when he slid his heart across the table, bleeding, vulnerable, everything he had; she just...leaned in, pressed her lips to his glass, and left her mark.

Not a sip. Not a taste.
Just proof she’d been there.

She got up, straightened her dress, and with a whisper of expensive fragrance, a ghost of a smile, she walked away; leaving him alone with nothing but the memory of a red lipstick print and a heart that was never touched.

He learned: sometimes the deepest wounds aren’t from those who break your heart, but from those who never even bother to hold it. Some love stories end before they begin; marked by a presence, not a connection.

He sat in the silence, staring at the glass, the plate, the empty chair.
And in that emptiness, he realized.
A heart offered is not always a heart received.
Some people just leave a mark, and call that love.

His heart was not enough.

Not Enough

If we join our drops we can form a sea.

GAZA
Se uniamo tutte le nostre gocce possiamo formare un mare.

I planned a trip a dream packed in my bag  
To lands of ancient tales history never drags  
The Holy Land birthplace where light was born  
I wanted peace beauty truth from night till dawn  

The basilica shines markets full of life  
Fragrances and colors art that cuts like a knife  
Dreamed of golden beaches seas that soothe the soul  
Meeting new faces tasting stories untold  

In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies  
In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies  

But dreams shattered under rubble and debris  
A harsh reality of pain and misery  
At the heart of hell where silence screams loud  
Where smiles are rare and eyes lost in the crowd  

Empty  
Death walks quietly you can see it in their eyes  
Old souls lost in time staring through the haze  
Children scared stiff in a world set ablaze  

Hunger chained tight poverty confined  
In the shadows where hope is hard to find  
A silent witness in a broken land  

Women bowed in darkness carrying the weight  
Eyes full of tears secrets buried in fate  
Mothers rocking babies with no future in sight  
While deaths silent dance swallows all the light  

Elders sitting by walls times cruel decree  
Memories of brighter days lost to history  
Their voices are whispers the wind wont set free  
Suffocated cries trapped in agony  

Kids who never laugh prisoners of fear  
Playing in the dust with no path clear left unknown  
Lost in a world where no ways shown  

I wish I could take their hands lead them away  
Paint horizons where they could one day stay  
But here I stand helpless in this mess  
A broken land drowning in pain and distress  

In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies  
In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies  

In silence on the streets a quiet scream  
Shattered dreams lost  
But I keep the flame alive the hearts bright spark  
Cause every broken soul deserves light in the dark  

And even though this trips not what I planned  
I carry stories only few understand  
Cause to know is to see not close your eyes  
And only so can a broken world start to rise  

In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies  
In Gaza they are dying in Gaza they are dying like flies

Gaza

Guitar instrumental.
Ocean vibes. Enjoy the music!
海と波がテーマのギターインストです🎸

I mixed this right after we played in the studio, but I think my ears were shot. That's why I remixed it. (Sep. 14, JST)

ギターを演奏した直後にミックスしたんですけど、ギターアンプの音圧感に耳が慣れてしまっていたようで、ちょっと変なミックスしてたので、リミックスしました（9月14日）

Island Mirage

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The Right Masculine Touch

Making Waves 1 Up

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Late Night Confessions

The Scent of Summer’s End

Ce titre est pour "Mathou" Loin des yeux n'est pas loin du coeur. Le temps s'arrête quand on fait du "son"... Une vague rafraichissante chill irlandaise vous porte dans une nouvelle dimension...

Love chill - 31_08_2025

Timeless freestyle 🎤🔥 Bars + vibes on deck 🚀✨ Tap in and let me know what you think 🙏🏾🎶

Timeless freestyle by Jaywalkerblack

Slow Motion [ Clip Vidéo YOUTUBE ] [123 BPM]

Honey, My Mercy’s in Short Supply

Verse 1
You came knockin’ with that same old plea,
Tears on your tongue, but they don’t fool me.
I’m not the saint you think I’ll be tonight,
I’ll take your sin, but I won’t play nice.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my kiss for a lullaby,
Every touch I give comes with a price.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want redemption, baby, don’t look mine,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Verse 2
You call it love, but it feels like debt,
Every promise you made still drippin’ wet.
I don’t forgive, no, I just enjoy,
Breaking your heart like it’s my favorite toy.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my smile for sympathy,
Every tear you shed just belongs to me.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want salvation, baby, stand in line,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Bridge
I’ll give you one kiss, two drinks, three sins,
By the time you crawl, I’ll be gone again.
Don’t pray for kindness, don’t beg me sweet,
I’m the devil you love at your holy feet.

Final Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
Your prayers don’t matter, I don’t oblige,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Outro (smoky ad-lib)
Short supply… short supply…
Mercy, baby, mercy runs dry.

Honey My Mercy is in Short Supply

I'm very honored by Stefan Kraft's  lovely orchestration of my piano piece. Thank you so much, Stefan!   Listen to more of his musical gems @stefankraft_music.

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Demo for Ilia Efimov Flute library ( http://www.ilyaefimov.com/ )

Fairy tail

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Axel Kroll