Whatawinter

So We Find Ourselves (Acoustic)

Don't Forget To Leave Well (Acoustic)

Be Forever Like A Curse (Acoustic)

When I Turn This Corner (Acoustic Edit)

Distant Shore

Countless Feelings But So Few Words

Losing

Shiver

Six Feet Underground

Six Feet Underground (Artifact Version) [feat. Claudia Kane]

Artifact

Absentis Mater

Maybe Tomorrow

Walking On Clouds

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Boundary Rider

An Echo Skips A Name

An Echo Skips A Name (alternate take)

“Let Me Go” is a quiet release — the moment when love, memory, and pain finally loosen their grip.
It’s not written in anger. It’s written in truth.

This song speaks to someone you once held with deep compassion, someone whose wounds shaped the bond between you. But healing means stepping back, unclenching the past, and allowing both souls to breathe again.

A gentle message wrapped in haunting simplicity:
“I’m OK now… and it’s time. Please let me go.”

For anyone who’s ever loved someone they couldn’t keep — this is the sound of closure, peace, and finally finding your own way forward.

Lyrics:

I was a mirror in your story,
you were a lantern in my night.
Two broken-hearted travelers
trying to make sense of the light.
We held a truth we couldn’t carry,
we touched a place we couldn’t stay…
But I’m grateful for the moment
that brought our shadows into day.

No blame, no weight, no sorrow —
just the turning of a page.
We were never meant to borrow
what we couldn’t hold or save.

It’s okay… I’m okay.
You don’t need to circle back my way.
You can lay your burden down
on the shore of yesterday.
You were seen, you were known,
in the place where love was grown.
And now the kindest truth I hold is this:
you’re free to let me go.

You were a whisper in the silence,
I was a shelter from the rain.
We were young and raw and searching,
carrying stories without names.
But you don’t owe me any healing,
and I don’t owe you any pain.
The road ahead is open —
no ghosts left to explain.

No fear, no fire, no echo —
just the quiet of release.
Two travelers moving onward
with a gentler kind of peace.

It’s okay… I’m okay.
You don’t need to circle back my way.
You can lay your burden down
on the shore of yesterday.
You were seen, you were known,
in the place where love was grown.
And now the kindest truth I hold is this:
you’re free to let me go.

If the past still holds you softly,
let the light come through the cracks.
You don’t need to hold my memory
like a promise pulling back.
We were real in all the ways that matter —
that’s enough for me to know.
And the love we found in silence
is the love that lets us grow.

It’s okay… I’m okay.
You can find your gentle road today.
Every tear and every truth
has already had its say.
You were held, you were known,
and the story’s finally grown.
So with a grateful heart, I whisper this:
you’re free… to let me go.

Let me go

still-here (1).mp3

A Robin Hood Christmas is a modern London folk myth.

Told through wandering minstrel instruments — wooden flutes, small strings, footsteps and breath — and threaded with the low pulse of the city, the album reimagines the legend of Robin Hood in a winter London where Christmas doesn’t reach everywhere equally.

This is Robin of Epping Forest: moving on foot, off-grid, redistributing what’s pooled too high. Alongside him are Little John, who carries the weight; Maid Marian, who keeps the network alive; Friar Tuck, who offers warmth without judgement; and the Sheriff of Notting Hill, whose power is polite, procedural, and still.

Medieval folk textures blend with subtle modern sounds — jungle fragments, underground drones, glitch echoes — not as contrast, but as continuity. The forest is no longer a place. It’s a practice. It moves where people move.

There are no heroes here. No victories.
Just winter held together — this time.

THE MINSTRELS MOVE ON

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When I Turn This Corner (Acoustic Edit)

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