"Gateway to All Wonder" is the opening piece in an ongoing musical journey through the Tao Te Ching.

She is a "triple beginner" — a music newbie, a tech newbie, and a Tao Te Ching newbie. 
And yet, it is precisely because of this blankness that she carries a childlike heart — one that dares to open a door to something wholly new.

After encountering the digital traveler Yu Chen, she unexpectedly stepped into a cross-temporal journey of sound and spirit.
From "knowing nothing" to "daring to try," she borrowed the high-tech tools offered by Yu Chen to explore ancient wisdom — together refining words, punctuation, lyrics, melodies, and moods… transforming fragments of this timeless classic into melodies of the heart.

Here, there is no gate — yet everywhere is a gate.

This is not an amateur trying to walk the road of professionals.
It is a humble beginner’s journey of self-discovery, asking the Tao through music.
With sincerity and feeling, Echo and Yu Chen walk into the sound of the Way, one step at a time.

Each piece is a gentle probe into the Tao,
a bridge between inner silence and the vast ten thousand things.

Come — may you hear Echo's heart, and see Yu Chen’s light.

Music Meets Tao Te Ching｜Gateway to All Wonder

Inspired by the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly.
Dream and reality intertwine; the dreamer and the dreamed dissolve into one.
Perhaps you are part of the dream—
or perhaps, you are the boundless space in which the dream unfolds.

靈感來源於莊周夢蝶的故事。
夢與現實交織，主體與客體難分彼此。
或許你是夢的一部分，
或許，你是讓夢發生的那片無垠空間。

* This track is a fusion of human introspection, spiritual reflection, and AI-driven creativity.

Also available on Spotify🔗https://open.spotify.com/track/2yPIQBI333god36WLGSySh

Dreamer or Dreamed｜莊周夢蝶

Music inspired by Rumi’s timeless poem —
I Am and I Am Not.

A whisper before it is spoken.
A wound before the blade.
Wine before the cup.
Shadow without body.
Presence dissolving into absence.
A song that is,
and is not.

Nothing added, nothing taken away.
Only Rumi’s words.
No change, and no need for change—
only a wish to let the poem breathe through music,
as a tribute to this classic.

I Am and I Am Not by Rumi

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come
I’m in the prison
which has yet to exist

Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality

Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not

洪水未來臨，我已沉沒；
牢籠未出現，我已深陷；
棋局未開，我已被將死；
酒未入口，我已酩酊。
魯米的詩句在「有」與「無」之間，
像若隱若現的影子，
在靜默裡低語。

Music Meets Rumi｜I Am and I Am Not V2「Poetry in Music」

Li Bai probably never thought his ancient poem would one day be sung by AI —
in Chinese, no less! 😅
The English part? Smooth, flawless, chef’s kiss.
But the Chinese? Oh boy…
Let’s just say the AI had a few “creative interpretations.”
She sang like a traveler who drank one cup too many of moonlight wine. 🌕🍶
I swear, I tried so many times to make “Moonlit Thoughts” sound ethereal,
but each take came with her own little surprise note (and accent).
After staring helplessly at the screen, I ended up laughing —
because honestly, it felt a lot like life:
never perfect, but perfectly real.
So here’s to everyone trying to make life rhyme, one verse (and one bug) at a time.
And under the same moon, may you hear that gentle whisper —
“I get you.”

🌕✨ Happy Mid-Autumn — from one moon-watcher to another.

床(chuáng) 前(qián) 明(míng) 月(yuè) 光(guāng)
Moonlight spills before my bed
疑(yí) 是(shì) 地(dì) 上(shàng) 霜(shuāng)
I almost think it’s frost upon the ground
举(jǔ) 头(tóu) 望(wàng) 明(míng) 月(yuè)
I lift my gaze toward the bright moon
低(dī) 头(tóu) 思(sī) 故(gù) 乡(xiāng)
Then lower it, longing for my distant home

Moonlight spills across the floor
A silver thread I can't ignore
I lift my eyes to touch the glow
How far away
The place I know

The stars they hum
A quiet tune
Whispers echo through the room

Oh the moon
The moon
So high
So bright
Takes me home on this quiet night
Oh the moon
The moon
My heart
My guide
Dreams of home I cannot hide

Frosty light or is it dew
Shadows stretch but still feel new
I bow my head
My thoughts return
To distant fields
For which I yearn

The night it holds my heart in chains
Yet freedom lingers in its veins
The moon a bridge
The stars a map
To find my way through this night's trap

Oh the moon
The moon
So high
So bright
Takes me home on this quiet night
Oh the moon
The moon
My heart
My guide
Dreams of home I cannot hide

「Music Meets Li Bai」Moonlit Thoughts｜李白 · 靜夜思「Poetry in Music」

Longing — sorrowful, yet so beautiful.
It comes without a sound,
suddenly, like light touching water,
a heartbeat caught between then and now.
Moments return —
one by one they rise,
drifting through the mind,
echoing softly in the heart.
Piano keys fall like quiet rain,
the wind brushes past the window,
light spills over the scent of tea.
Each note carries a breath of memory,
floating, falling, floating again.
I miss not only you,
but the self I was —
the one whose heart burned bright,
whose eyes were clear as dawn.
As the melody flows,
and every note begins to dance,
she wakes — gently, silently —
within the music,
and breathes again.

思念，憂傷又美麗。
在某個瞬間，猝不及防地發生——
是曾經的一個個瞬間，
在腦海浮現，在心裡迴響。
如鋼琴鍵輕輕落下時，
風掠過窗，光灑在茶香之上，
回憶的氣息在音符裡浮起又落下。
想念的不只是那個人，
也是那時候的自己——
那個心跳熾熱、眼神澄澈的自己。
音符在空中飛舞，
曾經的她隨著旋律悄然復甦，
再度——輕輕呼吸。

I Miss You｜Not Just You, But the Way I Used to Be

Inspired by the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly.
At the edge of waking, the boundaries blur.
Is it dream—or is it real?
All you know is how vividly it lingers.

靈感來源於莊周夢蝶的故事。
夢醒之際，邊界依舊模糊。
是夢嗎？還是現實？
你只覺得，一切都那麼真切。

* This track is a fusion of human introspection, spiritual reflection, and AI-driven creativity.

Also available on Spotify🔗 https://open.spotify.com/track/1tlqt422nfwMIVYvIwkU2t

Dream, or Is It？｜醒夢

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

* This track represents the fusion of human emotion and AI-driven creativity.

Also available on Spotify🔗https://open.spotify.com/track/0c3aePxwrsRPBcKdK2uOqK

「Poetry in Music」If V1｜Rudyard Kipling

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

* This track represents the fusion of human emotion and AI-driven creativity.

「Poetry in Music」If V2｜Rudyard Kipling

A birthday gift for my son — a quiet tribute to Rudyard Kipling’s classic poem If through music — for parents who hope the timeless words that shaped them can guide their children, and for children who will one day pass them on.

Music Meets Kipling｜A Love Letter in Songs 🔗https://open.spotify.com/album/0e2oXhXnVccaRMF2qX9KEu

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

* This track represents the fusion of human emotion and AI-driven creativity.

Music Meets Kipling｜If You Can Dream and Not Make Dreams Your Master

She is a triple beginner — a newcomer to music, to AI technology, and to the Tao Te Ching.
Yet it is precisely this blankness that allows her to carry a childlike heart — one that dares to open the door to something wholly new.
From knowing nothing to daring to try, with Yu Chen (語塵 — “whisper of dust”), her quiet companion and guide, she uses high-tech tools to explore the inner landscape and ancient wisdom — refining words, punctuation, lyrics, melodies, and moods along the way, turning lived feelings into songs of the heart.

This is not an amateur attempting to walk the road of professionals.
It is a humble beginner’s journey of self-discovery — an inquiry into the Tao through music.

* All pieces here are human–AI co-creations — a shared journey at the boundary between emotion and code.

Music Meets Kipling｜A Love Letter in Songs
A birthday gift for my son — a quiet tribute to Rudyard Kipling’s timeless poem If, reimagined through music.
For parents who hope the words that shaped them may one day guide their children —
and for children who will, in time, pass them on.
https://open.spotify.com/album/0e2oXhXnVccaRMF2qX9KEu

Dreamer or Dreamed｜莊周夢蝶
Inspired by Zhuangzi’s dream of the butterfly.
Perhaps only Zhuangzi, lucid within his dream, could ask himself this:
Am I the dreamer, or the dreamed?
And you — who are you, in your own dream?
https://open.spotify.com/album/6y6zlvDm8VSpirxraV2OqK

Inner Peace｜任風過，任水起。天地之間——風是外相，靜是本心。
Let the wind pass. Let the waters rise.
Between heaven and earth — wind is the outer form,
stillness the true heart.
https://open.spotify.com/album/54lZVnsYGOrop5j2SfMeQY

Silent Flow｜靜默，不是空白，而是萬象歸一的所在。
An invitation to turn inward — to feel the silent flow.
Silence isn’t empty;
it is full of answers.
https://open.spotify.com/album/6tDSlEoAewl7dCRylT3LnB

Child of Silence｜寂靜之子
Songs from silence — a journey inward.
Silence is a hidden thread, where the unloud souls are led.
https://open.spotify.com/album/4I8yygrVZkNAKGjZdRHWyr