Name: Leafs by Axel Weiß
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: You are welcome to listen, if you like ☀☀

There’s a certain kind of playing that doesn’t just sound beautiful, it feels lived in 🍂 This track doesn’t push or show off, it drifts, settles, and moves like something nature intended all along 🍃 The phrasing breathes, the tone glows, and every note feels like it knows exactly why it’s there 🎸 It’s not performance, it’s conversation, tender, thoughtful, and so full of quiet charisma. 🪞 The mirror caught its reflection and murmured, “This felt like watching light land on an old memory” 🧯 The fire extinguisher gave a small nod and said, “Didn’t need me, but that restraint? That’s real power” 🌀 The blender spun gently and whispered, “I usually throw chaos, but this.. this even settled me” 🍁 A stunning piece, all grace and soul, like a leaf floating exactly where it’s meant to fall 🧡

yes understated BUT it takes a lot of skill do it right-and restraint is also needed as in the will NOT to just fire off a vicious stream of notes!

back for another listen just so well played and recorded

wow! was für ein großartiges (zusammen-)spiel deiner zwei gitarren! dachte am anfang tatsächlich, es wäre nur eine und war völlig baff, wie schnell du die pick-ups umgeschaltet hast. liebe diese sounds!!!

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

El taller de Cuca:
Toni Solé (piano and keyboard)
Mery Navarro (choirs)
Cuca Aguirre (choirs)
Pepe Gámez (Spanish guitar)
Antonio Sánchez (Spanish guitar and bongó)
Adrián González (electric guitar)
Sergio Párraga (keyboard, bass, melodic bass, cajón, palms, choirs, drumms programming and production)

Donde siempre

In Search Of Purpose blends delicate solo piano by Francesco Adornetto with the haunting, ethereal voice of Blackbird — a sonic reflection on longing, surrender, and inner stillness.
This piece invites the listener into a meditative space, where questions echo softly and answers float just beyond the horizon.
Perfect for moments of contemplation and quiet connection.

In Search Of Purpose

In Search of Purpose – Vocals by Blackbird

Please welcome to join Syntaleta community on www.patreon.com/syntaleta
Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

But I've Got the Wings

As the title mentions, this piece was composed on impulse.....

Art picture is by randy-lisciarelli on unsplash....

l'Impulsion

You are welcome to listen, if you like ☀☀

more

Leafs

A huge thank you to Stefan @stefankraft_music for his splendid orchestral reimaginings of my piano compositions, which resulted in creating an incredibly captivating sonic tapestry. It has been a great honour and joy for me to collaborate with this immensely talented composer and musician.

Thank you so much for listening, we genuinely hope you will enjoy this work. 

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: Stefan Kraft

Over (Ft. Stefan Kraft)

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

Interim Breathing

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Part 2 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-2-dawn
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

Sillage 
(SEE-yahz)
(n.) The lingering sense of someone's presence, like a perfume left in a room, evoking memory and absence.

Sillage

Making music, mainly with guitar. In the past (70s/80s) a lot, now from time to time. My paintings correspond to the music. You are welcome to listen and to enjoy if you like, if you can. Peace, Axel

Leafs

Axel Weiß

Recent comments

Nadìr

hans-michael-albers

Larry Collen

Siamak Sarmadian

Related tracks