a whisper into the universe about legacy and redemption- a reminder that how we are remembered lives in the hearts and minds of people affected by our choices.

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The Protector

Are you looking for music to relax, reduce stress or improve your concentration while studying, reading or working? Then you have come to the right place!

Immerse yourself in "The Ritual of Goodbye - Ballad | A Tale about Saying Goodbye," a haunting narrative ballad that blends poetic storytelling with a slow-burning saxophone and shimmering synths to capture the fragile space between holding on and letting go. Fans of story-driven music will feel every rain-soaked street, quiet prayer, and unresolved silence as the song's cinematic soundscape unfolds - think Leonard Cohen introspection wrapped in modern dream-pop atmosphere. Let the vivid lyrics and melancholic melodies guide you through an emotional journey that lingers long after the last note fades. If you crave narrative ballads that speak to the heart, press play, subscribe for more story-rich songs, and share your own goodbye tales in the comments below.

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The Ritual of Goodbye - Ballad | A Tale about Saying Goodbye

Deeper Blue

This is the last song from "When the Night Creates the Light". Still not uploaded Night and When the Night Creates the Light. 

8. When the night swallows the Sun

Season of the Night
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I am capable of feelings
I am able to feel pain
A few notes can send me reeling
I feel safe out in the rain

The drops will hide my tears
The gloom excuse my fears
In the cold I feel alive
And for a while, I will survive

[bridge]

The wind makes all things better
The howl will mask my wail
A storm is what I need
No one needs to know I failed

[chorus]
It is the season of the night
I will never feel the light
I am doomed to live in darkness
Things will never be alright

[instrumental]

I am capable of feelings
I am able to feel pain
A few notes can send me reeling
I feel safe out in the rain

The drops will hide my tears
The gloom excuse my fears
In the cold I feel alive
And for a while, I will survive

[chorus]
It is the season of the night
I will never feel the light
Forever out of sight
Things will never be alright

[instrumental]

I failed in your eyes
I could not be what you have needed
This is the way that our love died
It did not matter how I pleaded

[outro]
It is the season of the night
I will never feel the light
I am doomed to live in darkness
Things will never be alright


[instrumental]





Season of the Night

Holy Holy

it's 3am in the smoky jazz club and she walks onto the stage to play the last set of the night... tales of heartbreak, self destruction, lust, nightmares and doomed love... but not without a sprinkle of hope on top. Sometimes that small piece of hope is enough to take you through another day. A melancholy collection of some of my jazz reinterpretations of my songs

Edge of Reflection v3 jazz version

“The Sway” is a quiet reckoning set to music. Against the backdrop of a sinking ship, we witness fleeting portraits of dignity, denial, instinct, and quiet sorrow. Each person faces the inevitable in their own way — some with habit, others with poise, a few with a final breath of defiance. At the heart of it all stands a woman with a trumpet, holding steady as the world gives way beneath her. She doesn’t look for rescue. She simply plays — not to be heard, but to leave something behind.

The sway is more than the tilting deck — it’s the quiet pull between hope and surrender, memory and forgetting. If the sea remembers anything, let it be her final, fragile melody.

„The Sway“ ist eine leise Abrechnung in Liedform. Vor dem Hintergrund eines sinkenden Schiffs erleben wir flüchtige Porträts von Würde, Verdrängung, Instinkt und stiller Trauer. Jede Figur begegnet dem Unvermeidlichen auf ihre eigene Weise – manche mit Routine, andere mit Haltung, einige mit einem letzten Hauch Trotz. Im Zentrum steht eine Frau mit einer Trompete, die weiterspielt, während die Welt unter ihr zu kippen beginnt. Sie wartet nicht auf Rettung. Sie spielt – nicht um gehört zu werden, sondern um etwas zurückzulassen.

„The Sway“ ist mehr als das Schwanken des Decks – es ist das leise Pendeln zwischen Hoffnung und Aufgabe, Erinnerung und Vergessen. Und wenn das Meer etwas bewahrt, dann vielleicht ihre letzte, zerbrechliche Melodie.

The Sway

I see the iceberg shining white
Colder than the silver night
A man jumps over, no goodbye
Just a shadow cutting the sky

A child still clutches violin strings
Too small to know what silence brings
His mother pulls him, eyes like glass
They vanish down the staircase fast

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck begins to sway
I don’t look for rescue
I just play what I can play

A woman lights a cigarette
Smoke curls like a dark duet
Her eyes don’t blink, her hands don’t shake
She knows what’s coming, what’s at stake 

A man still ties his leather shoes
As if the morning train is due
His collar neat, his gaze withdrawn
He straightens up, and then he’s gone

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck is giving way
Every note reminds me
Of the life that slips away

The glasses slide across the bar
A single candle fights the dark
The flame leans sideways, holds its breath
It flickers once, then bows to death

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck forgets the day
If the sea remembers anything
Let it be the song I play

Let it be the song I play


8. When the night swallows the Sun

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