Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

Songs Without a Reason
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

Songs without a point
Songs without a reason
There is no meaning in the words
You don't know what you have heard

Just some sound, a melody
Could be birds up on a tree
They don't mean a thing to you
Did not mean a thing to me

I wrote them down as they appeared
The words straight from far behind
Things buried in my mind
Words that seemed to rhyme

[instrumental]

I reed them when I'm done
and try to find meaning, an excuse
Some reason that I wrote
All lies, it is no use

I was hoping to find feeling
To find a trace of you
I was hoping that by chance
I would find our old romance

Songs without a point
Songs without a reason
There is no meaning in the words
You don't know what you have heard

[instrumental]

I reed them when I'm done
and try to find meaning, an excuse
Some reason that I wrote
All lies, it is no use

I was hoping to find feeling
To find a trace of you
I was hoping that by chance
I would find our old romance

Songs without a point
Songs without a reason
There is no meaning in the words
You don't know what you have heard

[instrumental]


Songs Without a Reason

A heartfelt tribute to Polish legend Stanisław Sojka, who left us in August 2025. This English reimagination of Tolerancja preserves the reflective spirit of his 2016 performances, arranged with piano, acoustic guitar, warm electric bass, brushed drums, light ride cymbal touches, subtle tambourine shimmer, and violin swells. The result is a folk-rock ballad with jazz-inflected harmonies and a tender, soulful atmosphere — honoring a timeless voice of empathy and humanity.

For those who speak Polish and know the original, I ask for grace in the poetic liberties I’ve taken with the English lyrics. Every effort has been made to remain faithful to Sojka’s message, even as the words have been reshaped to sing naturally in another tongue.

[LYRICS]

Why don’t we speak of wounds that ache, in plain?
To build up walls around the heart’s in vain.
A gentle word, a hand upon my skin,
At times that’s all I crave, all I seek within

For mercy’s sake,
Life’s not a thing to only take.
Life’s not to drift in endless wait,
To truly live, your soul must dedicate.

Your cares and mine, our fights, the world’s affairs,
As hairs upon the head are numbered, so our days
Let the faultless be the first to cast the stone,
For far from Paradise is where they stand alone.

For mercy’s sake,
Life’s not a thing to only take.
Life’s not to drift in endless wait,
To truly live, your soul must dedicate.

Tolerancja • English Tribute Reimagined (In Memory of Stanisław Sojka) • Tolerance

Guitar, tear my heart apart — string by string, cry by cry.

What they say about her song:
"It bleeds like a canvas, fragile and eternal, a wound that sings itself open."

This song is an intimate confession — a guitar ballad torn out of silence, dripping with roses, thorns, and the shadows of love that never was. It is music in the spirit of Frida Kahlo: raw, melancholic, painted in blood and beauty. Each note is both wound and bloom, each word both fracture and flame.

A whisper becomes a cry, a string becomes a scar — and yet, within the pain, a fragile flower still refuses to die.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Manug Mirage – All rights reserved.

String by String

Ideal for playlists like Smooth Jazz Essentials, Chill Jazz Vibes, and Contemporary Lounge, Skyline Serenade is not just an album but a listening experience—a soundtrack for modern sophistication. Whether streamed in a high-rise apartment, a rooftop lounge, or through headphones on a late-night walk, it invites listeners into an intimate, stylish world where every note feels like a conversation under moonlit skies.

Masquerade

Ciebie widziałem

Never Enough

Shadows stretch where the moonlight bend

Don’t Die On Me (Prod By Jaunchi)

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Piper in the Distance

I recorded this piece for you. For the person who needs a moment of quiet in a loud world, for the student working late into the night, for the soul that is looking for a gentle melody to soothe it. 'Via' means 'the way,' and I believe music can be a way through our toughest days and a companion in our most peaceful moments. Thank you for listening and for letting my music be a small part of your journey today. Whatever you are going through, I hope this brings you a little bit of peace.

~ Composed By - Jason Fervento

#piano #pianomusic #neoclassical

Pine & Snow

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