🔥 Echoes Like Sugar – (Burning Glow Duet): A passionate Afrobeat-Soul duet that drifts through love, memory, and rhythm.

This track flows effortlessly, blending hypnotic percussion, deep melodies, and smoldering harmonies to capture the essence of a love that lingers like sweet echoes on the wind.

With a smooth, flowing groove and warm, expressive instrumentation, the song moves like a slow-burning fire, carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. The duet performance creates an emotional push and pull, where male and female voices drift between longing, surrender, and desire—a connection that refuses to fade.

✨ Feel the fire. Surrender to the rhythm. Let the echoes drift.

🎶 Part of the Eternal Echoes collection, this song belongs to the Draft phase—where emotions are raw, unshaped, and still in motion, like echoes waiting to settle.

Echoes Like Sugar (Burning Glow Duet) - Drift Phase of Eternal Echoes

At its heart, "Echoes Feeling Good" is an anthem for parents of autistic children and others who navigate the challenges of nonverbal communication. While their little ones may still be learning to understand spoken language, the melodies and rhythmic patterns of this song carry an unspoken message of love, presence, and unwavering connection. Through rhythm, movement, and repetition, it reflects the deep emotional exchanges that exist beyond words—felt in every shared glance, every touch, and every moment of trust.

For everyone else, here is the general public translation:

Imagine stepping into the golden glow of an Afrobeat-infused sunset, the air thick with warmth, rhythm, and love. The drums pulse like a heartbeat, steady and strong, as the melody sways through the streets, catching on the laughter of passersby, the hum of a city alive with possibility.

It’s one of those nights—the kind where the world feels like it’s moving in sync with you. You’re lost in the rhythm, swaying, smiling, feeling light, untethered, free. There’s no rush, no weight—just the pulse of the music, the warmth of a lover’s hand, the joy of knowing that for this moment, everything is exactly as it should be.

"Echoes Feeling Good" is about letting go and embracing the now. It’s the afternoon breeze through an open window, the golden light reflecting off the ocean, the way your feet move without thinking when the right song plays. It’s love without worry, movement without hesitation—a celebration of feeling good, without asking why.

At its heart, the song repeats its signature refrain:
"Bound by love that won’t let go,
I feel you more than you could know."

Because sometimes, happiness isn’t found by chasing—it’s in the rhythm, the echo, the feeling of simply being.

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🔥 Echoes Feeling Good - Drift: A vibrant Afrobeat anthem filled with joy and rhythm.

This track radiates warmth and celebration, blending rhythmic percussion, smooth vocal interplay, and a groove that’s impossible to resist. With a light, breezy melody and an infectious beat, the song captures the energy of movement, love, and connection—where the body sways effortlessly to the rhythm of happiness.

With a smooth back-and-forth between male and female vocals, the song embodies the essence of a carefree, feel-good night under the stars—filled with laughter, dancing, and the kind of love that feels as natural as the waves meeting the shore. A joyful Afrobeat celebration that reminds you to let go and embrace the moment.

✨ Feel the rhythm. Move with the echoes. Drift into the groove.

🎶 Part of the Eternal Echoes collection, this song belongs to the Drift phase—where the echoes of love and joy flow freely, guiding the soul into motion.

Echoes Feeling Good: Affective Drift & Emotional Synchrony in the Caregiver-Child Dyad

A poetic reflection shaped by stillness, memory, and unresolved sorrow — written during a quiet moment by the banks of the River Thames in Teddington, United Kingdom.

Each line flows from observation to introspection, as the water carries echoes of past choices, whispered vows, and silent judgments. This ballad explores themes of pride, departure, and the quiet judgment of time itself — wrapped in the hush of river mist and the rustle of the trees.

[LYRICS]
A holiday, the skies were pale,
I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
To Teddington I came to rest,
With questions heavy in my chest.

A Duke walked slow through river mist,
His cloak was dark, his hands tight-fist.
His love, the Queen, had gone away;
But left her ink behind to stay.

I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

The Queen of Hearts had turned to flame,
She wrote of love and fled from blame.
With one who vowed they'd both be free;
A stranger lost to land and sea.

The King of Spades, with cold command,
Passed letters sealed by trembling hand.
Each one a blow the Duke endured,
Each word a wound no balm had cured.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

“No blade,” he said, “cut quite as deep,
As love betrayed and left to weep.
I wore my pride like battle steel;
And now I know how loss can feel.”

The Queen had sailed, the King stood still,
The Duke was left with time to kill.
And I, who came to heal my mind,
Stood still beneath the weeping wind.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

So mark this tale and learn it true;
The kind may bleed, the proud may rue.
For kings may reign and queens may run,
But some fall hardest when undone.

The Cards Were Laid in Teddington – A Reflection by the River Thames (Lyrics Below)

Written beneath the quiet trees of Bushy Park in Teddington, this folk ballad draws its emotional weight from Diana’s Fountain—where time feels suspended and reflections run deep. "No Man’s Heart Aches Forever" is a tender meditation on grief, resilience, and the slow passage of healing. With each verse, it recalls the quiet toll of unspoken loss, and the stillness where sorrow gently gives way to peace.

[LYRICS]

I held on through the quiet storm,
Wrote your name in every flame.
Time stood still, the fire warm,
But love won’t answer when you name.

No man’s heart aches forever,
Though it may break each day.
Storms will pass, and skies grow brighter,
And pain will drift away.

I watched the clocks outcry the moon,
Begged the stars to lie.
But even sorrow hums a tune
That softens as it flies.

No man’s heart aches forever,
Though it may break each day.
Storms will pass, and skies grow brighter,
And pain will drift away.

So let the night be gentle,
Let silence have its say.
You’ll wake to find the thunder
Has slowly slipped away.

No man’s heart aches forever,
Though it may feel that way.
But even grief surrenders
To dawn’s forgiving ray.

No Man’s Heart Aches Forever [But Still It Waits in Quiet] (Lyrics Below)

Set beside the quiet stillness of Teddington Lock, Reflections at the Lock is a traditional folk ballad about slowing down, looking back without regret, and gently stepping forward. Inspired by the soft current of the Thames and the calm presence of narrowboats and morning wildlife, the song carries hope in its restraint and peace in its simplicity.

Written in classic folk ballad meter, it invites listeners to sit with their thoughts and find comfort in knowing that — like the river — we move forward, even if slowly.

Part of a continuing folk cycle rooted in Teddington, this entry offers warmth, reflection, and reassurance for anyone caught between memory and renewal.

[LYRICS]

The footbridge hums beneath my feet,
The current rolls below.
A narrowboat is tied and still,
With nowhere else to go.

The ropes are worn but hold with ease,
The water shines like glass.
I sit and watch the river drift,
And let the silence pass.

A magpie lands and hops along,
Then lifts without a sound.
It doesn’t ask where I have been,
Or where I might be bound.

The lock may pause the river’s flow,
But not the heart or mind.
It slows me down to see myself,
And leave some fear behind.

The trees reflect in gentle waves,
Their roots in softened clay.
They bend but never break with time,
And guide me on my way.

The lock may pause the river’s flow,
But not the heart or mind.
It slows me down to see myself,
And leave some fear behind.

So if you find your spirit low,
Just wander here awhile.
The water waits for no one’s pain,
But always brings a smile.

Reflections at the Lock - Teddington in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames (Lyrics Below)

The Gravel Path to Morning is a traditional folk ballad drawn from the quiet trails of Bushy Park in Teddington, within the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. Set to gentle acoustic guitar and grounded in classic ballad meter, the song reflects on emotional renewal, calm self-discovery, and the grace found in everyday stillness.

Written after walking the gravel paths beneath the watchful gaze of deer and the timeless canopy of chestnut trees, the song captures that rare clarity that arrives not all at once — but step by quiet step.

Part of The Teddington Chronicles — a place-rooted folk cycle of reflection, healing, and human passage — this piece offers hope without haste. It is a song to walk with, to pause with, and to return to when the past feels heavy but the morning still calls.

[LYRICS]

Past Bushy Park where deer still graze,
Mist rising from the green,
I walk a path of gravel stone
Where softer days have been.

The chestnuts stretch without a care
For what I’ve left behind.
Their shaded branches whisper low:
It’s time to ease the mind.

The gravel path to morning
Knows nothing of regret.
Each step I take feels lighter now—
No need to second-guess,
No need to second-guess.

Frost lingers on the waking grass,
A shimmer at my heel.
A magpie hops along the track,
Too watchful to be real.

The gravel path to morning
Knows nothing of regret.
Each step I take feels lighter now—
No need to second-guess,
No need to second-guess.

I thought I came to bury pain,
To fade into the gray.
But beauty blooms where none expect—
And lead you on your way.

The gravel path to morning
Is not the road I planned.
But here in Teddington I’ve learned
To walk where peace can land.

The gravel path to morning
Is not the road I planned.
But here in Teddington I’ve learned
To walk where peace can land.

And the path still winds ahead.


The Gravel Path to Morning – Where Each Step Grows Light | Bushy Park, Teddington | Lyrics Below

Winds Along the Thames is a quiet ballad of surrender and acceptance, told through riverside imagery and soft reflection. Written in Teddington, in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames, the song traces a walk along the Thames where unspoken thoughts are carried off by the wind. Willow leaves, drifting swans, and the still waterline mirror an emotional release - the kind only nature can provide. This piece is part of The Teddington Chronicles, a folk album capturing quiet moments of personal truth inspired by local paths, parks, and waters.

[LYRICS]

The winds along the Thames today
Have taken what I meant to say.
I stood in silence by the reeds,
And watched it drift away.

The willow bowed without a sound,
Its leaves were letting go.
No question asked, no reason why!
Just moving with the flow.

Some truths are not worth keeping,
Some weight was not mine.
The winds along the Thames today
Have told me I’ll be fine.

A single swan cut through the mist,
Its wake a fading line.
It did not know the path it drew
Would gently mirror mine.

Some truths are not worth keeping,
Some weight was not mine.
The winds along the Thames today
Have told me I’ll be fine.

The river doesn’t hold its breath,
It carries what it must.
And when the time is right again,
It settles into trust.

Some truths are not worth keeping,
Some tears are born to shine.
The winds along the Thames today
Have told me I’ll be fine.

And the river never asks... it only carries on.

Winds Along the Thames – Let Go, and Let It Carry (Lyrics Below)

One of the more contemplative pieces in The Teddington Chronicles, this song explores moments of transition and quiet doubt—when the next step is unclear, but the stillness of the moment offers its own wisdom. Inspired by the iconic iron footbridges near the lock along the Thames Path in Teddington, London Borough of Richmond upon Thames, it reflects the feeling of standing between past and future, letting the fog carry both uncertainty and possibility.

Written in the folk ballad tradition, this piece continues the album’s quiet journey inward, where even hesitation becomes part of moving on.

[LYRICS]

I crossed the bridge but turned around,
Unsure which side was mine.
The fog had cloaked the path ahead,
And blurred each boundary line.

The rail was cold beneath my hand,
The river moved below.
Its voice was soft, yet deep enough
To echo what I know.


Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the start.
But fog is kind to those who wait
And listen to their heart.

A bell rang faint beyond the bend,
A boat slipped out of view.
I felt the moment stretch and pull -
But still, I never knew.

Two sides, two lives, both calling out,
Yet neither gave me peace.
The bridge became a resting point,
Where second thoughts don’t cease.

Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the start.
But fog is kind to those who wait
And listen to their heart.

Some choices bloom like morning light,
While others drift like mist.
The wiser path may not be clear -
But still, it must exist.

Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the start.
But still I crossed that bridge again,
And followed what felt smart.

And sometimes doubt itself can lead you home.
Yes, it leads you home.

Footbridge in the Fog - When the Path Ahead Isn’t Clear (Lyrics Below)

A quiet farewell told in the rhythm of footsteps and the hush of a station platform.
“A Letter Left at Teddington Station” captures that moment when something is finally left behind—not in bitterness, but with resolve. This spoken folk ballad draws from the stillness of Teddington’s benches, misted tracks, and quiet departures.

Part of The Teddington Chronicles — a series of lyrical narratives exploring personal turning points across riverside paths, parks, and stations in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames.

Each word is weighted like the unsent letter itself. No dramatics, no reply—just acceptance.

[LYRICS]

I left a letter by the rails,
Unsealed, unsigned, unread.
The bench was cold, the sky hung low,
With parting words unsaid.

No platform call, no final glance,
Just names upon the board.
The train pulled in, I stayed behind,
And silence said far more.

Some words are meant for leaving,
Some hearts outgrow the page.
The letter stayed at Teddington—
A quiet stop, not a cage.

A breeze had stirred the paper’s edge,
But not enough to fold.
I listened for a whistle’s cry,
But knew that dream was old.

Some words are meant for leaving,
Some hearts outgrow the page.
The letter stayed at Teddington—
A waymark, not a cage.

If someone finds it, let them read,
Or toss it in the bin.
For every ending I once feared,
I now can hold within.

Some words are meant for leaving,
Some truths don’t need to age.
The letter stayed at Teddington—
A waymark, not a cage.


A Letter Left at Teddington Station – A Spoken Folk Ballad from the Teddington Chronicles (Lyrics Below)

Fold the Day Like Linen Fine is a gentle, reflective ballad — a lullaby not for children, but for the soul of the adult listener. Sung as a tender duet between male and female voices, the song unfolds like a quiet walk through memory and presence, guiding the listener from the stillness of dawn to the peace of nightfall. It speaks to the part of us that longs for calm, meaning, and reconnection — as if whispering to the inner child we all carry.

The piece was inspired during an extended stay in Teddington, a peaceful riverside town in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. Known for the River Thames, Bushy Park, and tree-lined footpaths, Teddington offered the emotional and sensory backdrop for the song. Its swans, footbridges, morning mist, and soft evening light shaped the rhythm and imagery of the lyrics.

This is a song of gentle invitations to observe, to breathe, to carry forward the quiet lessons nature offers. Each verse is crafted with balance and clarity, allowing the voices to blend as one: steady, warm, and grounded. It is both a folk song and an adult lullaby, rooted in acoustic storytelling and shaped by the emotional needs of modern life to slow down, to feel seen, and to rise whole again.

The duet carries its message not with urgency, but with quiet compassion. It doesn’t instruct, it simply walks beside the listener. Ideal for slow mornings, reflective evenings, quiet walks, or meditative spaces, this is a piece for those drawn to lyrical folk music or anyone seeking a return to peace.

At heart, this song is a love letter to the quiet corners of Greater London and to the stillness we rediscover when we learn to listen. A musical reminder that peace isn’t something we chase, it’s something we remember.

[LYRICS]

Rise, O soul, before the song
Of robins waking all day long
The river shines in silver light
And waits beneath the edge of night

Go walk where bending grasses lean
And let the hush bring something clean
A quiet truth you’ve always known
May rise and walk with you, alone

Step lightly where the wood beams wide
Across the stream with gentle tide
The roots below still drink and grow
While water hums the things it knows

Rest where the light and shadows fall
And swans drift slow beyond it all
Their peace won’t come if you give chase
It comes with time, and leaves no trace

Let laughter sound like morning bells
From children’s games the moment tells
And if your heart begins to sway,
Then let it lead you on your way

Take in the light on moving leaves
And learn from all a good heart grieves
It doesn’t cling, it doesn’t stay;
It shines, then gently slips away

Let shifting light in branches bare
Remind you love is always there
It comes, then goes, then comes once more
Just like it always did before

Watch how the bird lifts up and flies
With no regret, no need to stay
It takes to sky without a sound
Then leaves no weight upon the ground

See how the grass leans low, then right
It doesn't mind the fall of night
Though wind may press and dusk may call,
It still stands tall through rise and fall

Hear how the breeze begins to slow
As shadows stretch and soften low
Let silence sit, a gentle friend,
That helps you breathe and helps you mend

Sit near the stream that moves with care
And let go what still lingers there
Let stillness speak, let troubles cease;
For even pain will look for peace

See how the stars begin to show
As sky grows dark and time moves slow
So too your soul in quiet space
May shine again with steady grace

Now fold the day like linen fine
With hands that feel the peace is mine
And rise again when morning comes;
A better soul, for all you’ve done

Now carry forward what you’ve known,
The quiet path you made your own.
The quiet path you made your own.


Fold the Day Like Linen Fine – An Adult Lullaby for the Inner Child (Lyrics Below)

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Footbridge in the Fog - When the Path Ahead Isn’t Clear (Lyrics Below)

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