Fern And Dead Leaves

you know what you’ve done by jazmin bean sped up to perfection❇️

🔪🎀you know what you’ve done - jazmin bean🫁💒

Stability Theory

The Spectral Child

I Am My Own Man

Gazing through the eyes of our loved ones, we see the world anew, A tapestry of hopes and dreams, painted with a tender hue.

Gazing Through The Eyes Of Our Loved Ones

The screen flickers, a ghostly hue,
My thoughts, like scattered leaves, blow through.
A world of whispers, lost and found,
In static's crackle, glitching sound.
Electronic disruptions reign,
A digital, cold, and jarring pain.
The signal lost, the connection frayed,
In this bright darkness, I'm betrayed.

Electronic disruptions

A tiny speck, with shell so red,
A grand ambition in her head.
She’d climb the mountains, cross the sea,
A global ruler, wild and free.
From garden patch to city's hum,
Her tiny march had just begun.
With every step, a mighty stride,
No place on Earth could truly hide.
The ants would cheer, the bees would buzz,
"She's conquering!" the whole world fuzzed.
And as her reign began to bloom,
She stood among the chosen, facing down all gloom.

Among the chosen

On a plate, in a dish,
A peculiar sight, a forgotten wish.
Not bones of a beast, or scales from a fin,
But plastic and paint where the life should have been.
A curious chef, with a whimsical plan,
Served up a meal for a very odd man.
He chewed on the scraps, with a look of dismay,
And said, "These fake fish skeletons are giving me no holiday."


Fake fish skeletons

I was out on the moor, on a path dimly lit,
The fog rolling in, I was starting to quit.
I strained to keep walking, but fear took its hold,
A paralyzing dread, making my story unfold.
My body was shaking, no warmth could I get,
My clothes instantly clinging, cold with sweat.
I knew in that moment my race was all run,
Lost in the night before the rising of the sun.

Cold with sweat

I'm a French individual, born in 1970, and I vividly remember the advent of personal computer-based music production, ushered in by the first affordable digital keyboards and samplers. Music, and especially creating it with machines, is my enduring passion, though it remains a cherished hobby. My aspiration is to compose for modern dance companies, an endeavor I find incredibly fulfilling.

I'm fascinated by how technology enables us to craft intricate musical pieces and master music theory with greater ease. Throughout my life, music has been a steadfast companion during challenging times. My ultimate goal is to paint "emotional landscapes" using sounds and rhythms, evoking feelings and imagery through my compositions.

Cold with sweat

brunald

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