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

more existential dread about the state of the world 
I need to turn off the news
I used  this fantastic sci movie from 1957 to explain things metaphorically....
wrote it this morning very quickly..it just came together

The Incredible Shrinking Man 

I once was big as them                            
Living life on a whim                                 
Then a strange thing happened              
It could happen to you                             
Take a look at the shape I’m in                 

You placed me in a doll house
Put a lock upon the door
Your miniature man 
Now on parade
Have you ever seen my kind before?

I'm down here                                       
But they don't see me                          
Guess I'll have to take a stand                   
Getting smaller                                     
As the days they run away from me      
Your incredible shrinking man               
My body, no longer at my command         

Now there's danger everywhere 
I'm prey to everything
The cat, the spider, your prejudice 
Wish I could grow some wings

Too small for the circus now
Can't trust the human show
Gonna crawl right through the window screen
Say goodbye to all I know

I'm down here
Where they can't touch me
You'll never understand
What it's like 
To live this life of fear and fright
A little guy, in a strangers’ land
The incredible shrinking man 

Break

I'm down here
Where they can't hear me
It’s not like I had this planned
Gonna take my  tiny life
Gotta try to make it right
Build a little toy town with these tiny hands
Please remember me
Your Incredible Shrinking Man 




The Incredible Shrinking Man

Hazy Moonlit Night

Ray and I improvised this song together, only not at the same time and not on the same continent. Go figure.

You can visit Ray here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Steady

UNDERWEAR DRAWER by NOVA J

My coffee’s bitter / The taste is wrong
I’m not a quitter / Why are you gone?
I left your book / on my nightstand
No need to look / I know the end

Couldn’t say sorry to your face
So I let the silence take your place
I type a message then hit erase
I’m dying in this empty space

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer

Maybe you’re better / maybe you’re free
Maybe you’re never / Thinking of me
Do you ever wonder? / If I’m alright
When you lay under / Someone else tonight 

Your coat’s still hanging on my door
It doesn’t smell like you anymore
Funny how some things fade so fast
Except for the pain, that always lasts

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer

Sometimes I miss our old damn fights
The way we’d make up the whole damn night
Your shoes are here, collecting dust
I ask myself. Was it love? Or lust?
I tear up the pages, keep trying again
But nothing I’m writing can make amends

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / In my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / The one you used before
Ooooh hmm / I keep staring at the door
Ooooh hmm / I miss you more and more

UNDERWEAR DRAWER

“Thread of Grace” is for the ones who wake up already exhausted, who carry pain quietly, and keep moving anyway. It was written from a place of lived experience, but it’s not just about me. It’s about us, the ones who live in bodies that don’t always listen.

This isn’t a song of defeat. It’s a small light in the dark, a hand reaching out to say: I see you.

Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s invisible.
You're not the only one still holding on. 💡🩶🕊️

****Lyrics****

A pale dawn breaks, another silent war,
In a body that no longer feels like mine.

Woke up again with the weight in my chest,
This body won’t let me rest.
The mirror blurs with someone I don’t know,
Her eyes are tired, where hope won’t grow.

They hand me pills, they name my pain,
But none of it breaks the chain.
I’m lost in silence they don’t hear,
A prisoner of my own atmosphere.

Oh, this body breaks me, day by day,
With every flare that won’t go away.
No cure in sight, but still I try,
To hold the sky when I can’t fly.

Some days I can’t lift my head,
I lie in shadows, dream of light instead.
Each smile I wear is a quiet plea,
To one day live pain-free as me.

I dream of breath without fear,
Of walking through a world that hears.
I may be bent, but I won’t break,
There’s still a fight this fire can take.

Oh, this body breaks me, but I remain,
A quiet flame in endless rain.
No cure in sight, but hope holds space,
I walk the line with a thread of grace.

Maybe one day I’ll find a way through,
But until then, I do what I must do.

Thread of Grace

🎶 Because of You (I Still Believe) is a tribute to the voices that make us feel seen. 🌌💬
It’s for every song that helped someone heal, and every artist who shared their world. 🌍❤️
If you’ve ever felt too small, too quiet, or not “good enough”, this reminds you that you matter. 🌱🎤
Music doesn’t need perfection. Just heart. Someone out there needs what only you can create. 🎧🌟

****Lyrics****

I’ve never met your face, but I’ve heard your soul
In the cracks between your verses, in the chords you hold
You bled into a mic so someone else could heal
And I was one of them, your light made it real
So thank you for your courage, for the songs you send
You never knew it, but you helped me mend

Because of you, I still believe
In songs that catch you when you grieve
In voices trembling through the pain
In melodies like summer rain
You showed me art can still be brave
You gave your truth, and mine was saved
You shine so others find their way
You give us hope to face the day

Now I’m speaking to the ones still hiding songs inside their chest
Thinking no one wants to hear a voice that’s not the best
We were all scared once, unsure and small
But you don't have to be perfect to give someone it all
You don’t need to be polished, don’t need to be loud
You just need to be you, that’s what makes us proud
Someone out there’s hurting, waiting on your light
So sing it how you feel it, wrong notes still sound right

Because of you, they’ll still believe
In songs that help the heart to breathe
In shaky hands that find their place
In quiet words that leave a trace
You don’t need fame to leave your mark
You just need truth inside your spark
So if you're scared to sing or play
The world still needs your voice today

Without music, how would we grieve?
How would we dance? How would we breathe?
It’s stitched into the stories we’ve survived—
The proof we lived, the pulse that kept us alive

Because of you, I still believe
In songs that hold us while we bleed
In dreams that don’t fit on a screen
In every sound that lives unseen
You gave me courage, gave me peace
You made the noise inside me cease
So if you're scared to sing or play
Just know… the world will hear you, someday

Because of you… I still believe.
And maybe… someone else will…
Because of me.

Because of You  "I Still Believe"

Box Blues

This is about Dementia. If you know, you know.

Lyrics:

To me you were a giant.
The King of the Jungle.
It's hard to watch my hero crumble.
Away, away you go

Nice to meet the old you,
the young you, a new you
in the old you, a child again,
away.

You taught me to make a flute,
from a willow stick.
Told me never touch your guitar,
but were proud when I did.

Taught me to find my feet,
helped me find my pride.
Built my strength and character,
my best friend and guide.

You tell us tales we’ve never heard,
A childhood laugh and a voice that cracks.
You run and play, your vision blurred,
with bent old knees and broken back.

I’m sad and glad you’re that child tonight,
Thoughts drifting off to now and then.
Like willow shoots that spring to life,
I wish you’d start from where you’ve been.

Your willow heart still beats, still bends,
Roots strong till the end.
I'll hold your hand,
as you start again.

Willowheart

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Saxophone and female vocals (reworked) are courtesy by Daze of Nostalgia and Cinematic Vocals.
Cover picture: René Magritte, The Art of Conversation (1963).

Posted on SoundCloud:  2025 June 1.

Talking about our lifetime



    Hope and Freedom

D, Gx3, D, A 
One cannot live without hope 
One cannot live without freedom 
I hope I can take your pain away 
Can’t wait for the freedom to get back what’s mine 
I feel good because I have hope for the future 

G, A, Bm, A
Looking up at the stars reminding each other that we are a gas of light
Take a small step 
Towards my goals 
I believe that the future is great 
As long as I see your light shine bright 
Creativity to express your hope 
And your dreams of the future 


I know that freedom is here
As long as I look up at the stars 
And feel the rays of the sun 
I’ll be alright

I can feel that I’m still here and present 
I will persist through the struggles 
Because I have hope 
Show me what’s underneath 
To find your harmony 
Sing sing sing a song
La La La La La 




Hope and Freedom E 08-01-25

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



The Incredible Shrinking Man

Hand on the Rock