One World

Could time be rewound like a cassette? Can we go back to a better time?

Be Kind - Rewind

Written for R/Songaweek 2025

-On Erosion-

I am sand 
passing through a bottleneck
to rest on the other side of this moment

I am sand 
ground down from the shells of ancient crustaceans
and bottlecaps born yesterday

I am sand
to be scattered in the wind across
a hilltop in the desert
from one side to the next

No fuss over castles
chipped away in the end

I am one with the land
I am sand


On Erosion

Just A Number

*Finished* for R/Songaweek 2025

-By the Numbers-

The tales were exaggerated
The web is a lie
My silk is as soft as a blanket
Said the spider to the fly

Our heads in a cloud
It’s shrunk down to size
And as it comes crashing down
By your numbers, we’re fine

You can’t deny
we’re unwell by design
With covered eyes
We sleepwalk the line

Every virus has its time-
Your pitch will grow stale
a fever may get the host 
but by the numbers, you will fail

By the Numbers

SongAWeek #3 2025

Ich starre oft in den Spiegel,
und seh mich doch nicht von hinten.
Ich weiß nur wer ich bin,
weil mich andere finden.

Zwischen Baum und Borke,
In der schaukelnden Krone,
Sitz ich warm und geborgen,
weil ich hier bei mir wohne

Ich hör die Stimmen im Kopf
und mein' Kopf in den Stimmen
Wellen tosen in mir
und ich tos in den Wellen

Ich bleib ruhig in der Angst,
und die Angst ruhig in mir,
ich lass mich nicht mehr los
denn ich bleib
hier
mit mir

Ich kann den eigenen Kopf,
mit meinen Augen nicht sehen,
doch ich glaub er ist da,
weil so viele mit ihm reden

Zwischen Baum und Borke,
In der schaukelnden Krone,
Sitz ich warm und geborgen,
weil ich hier bei mir wohne

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English translation:
Verse
I often stare into the mirror,
and yet I don’t see myself from behind.
I only know who I am,
because others find me.

Between bark and tree,
In the swaying crown,
I sit warm and secure,
because I live here with myself.

Chorus
I hear the voices in my head
and my head in the voices.
Waves crash within me
and I crash in the waves.

I stay calm in the fear,
and the fear stays calm in me,
I won’t let go anymore
because I stay
here
with myself.

Bridge
As long as I am here
I am here
with myself.

Verse
I can’t see my own head,
with my eyes,
but I believe it’s there,
because so many talk to it.

Between bark and tree,
In the swaying crown,
I sit warm and secure,
because I live here with myself.

Chorus

Kopf

Made for the Crunchtime OST Composing Jam 4 - Theme: Freedom

Written for OST Composing Crunch Jam #4. Hope you enjoy!

The White Phoenix

Paralysis Escape Plan

-A Coronet for His Mistress, Philosophy- 
George Chapman

Muses that sing love's sensual empery,
And lovers kindling your enraged fires
At Cupid's bonfires burning in the eye,
Blown with the empty breath of vain desires;
You that prefer the painted cabinet
Before the wealthy jewels it doth store ye,
That all your joys in dying figures set,
And stain the living substance of your glory;
Abjure those joys, abhor their memory,
And let my love the honour'd subject be
Of love, and honour's complete history.
Your eyes were never yet let in to see
The majesty and riches of the mind,
But dwell in darkness; for your god is blind.

A Coronet for His Mistress, Philosophy

--holiday recording on phone--

This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops
Come cool and suddenly against his face,
And, by the wandering melody, may trace
Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.
Oh! what a power has white Simplicity!
What mighty power has this gentle story!
I, that do ever feel athirst for glory,
Could at this moment be content to lie
Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings
Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.

John Keats

Paralysis Escape Plan

Delphin Casado