Deep Down

Inspired by the life and death of Albina Pecha, the last victim of the plague in Vienna. Dedicated to all medical staff who courageously risk their lives for the greater good.

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Only one breath

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
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Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

I saw them argue over coffee
Steam forming secret shapes
She laughed at something small and lofty
He reached, then fixed his sleeve in haste

Rain dropped one perfect tear
I almost caught it in my case
Their shadows leaned until they neared
A crime they forgot to embrace

He looked right at her and said
"That's not really you"
And God help her
She hoped it was true

He'd chased the edge of every map
Collecting stamps, abandoned rooms
But she smiled
And just like that
The ground felt...
Nice
It bloomed

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without a violin-playing goat
Without something real and tender
No one can name or quote
It's a string fraying mid-song
A bow that forgets its place
A note that stays too long
And still finds its grace

The wind heckled
Coins chimed in the case
He looked ridiculous 
In the shivering rain
And she knew
She wanted ridiculous too

I kept the melody clean and slow
They kept their tempers, let them strain
They learned to bruise without retreating
I learned their silence had a grain

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without the risk of being wrong
Without someone who keeps your silence
Like it belongs in the song
It's a vow spoken sideways
A chord that won't resolve
A goat still bowing at midnight
While the rest of the world dissolves

I only play on Tuesdays
And sometimes Wednesdays too
Tonight, I played for them
Tonight... they nearly knew

The Goat Plays On

Mission

Wave After Wave
I keep telling myself there’s a reason I’m still standing. But tonight, it feels like the ocean is endless.
Every time I find my footing, another wave comes crashing, higher, harder, heavier than the last. I’ve moved, I’ve changed, I’ve left pieces of myself scattered in places I’ll never see again — all just to keep my head above water. People think I’m playing. They don’t see the salt in my eyes or the weight pulling at my chest. They don’t hear the conversations that replay in my head long after they’ve stopped talking.
I’ve given everything just to be here, to hold my ground. And still, I’m hit again. Wave after wave after wave.
You tell me I’m jealous — but of what? The noise? The empty victories? The comfort of staying still while I fight to keep moving? Write the list down for me. Let me read it back to you in the quiet and watch your words start to mean something you didn’t intend.
I don’t get to run away. Not until it’s done. Not until they remember my name.

WAVE AFTER WAVE

I Believe

the piece  is almost polyrhythmic 
uses as a riff a 7-note rhythmic pattern x-x-xx-x-x-x taken from african drums
this gives 3 bars of 4 which seems assymetric when repeated
deep in the mix there is also the pulse of 4 bars of 3

seven on twelve

Your heart is home

Bouncing Around

Welcome to the finale of our Winter 2025 series - This Wintry Gaze 3. This is an epic rollercoaster ride through a range of genres and soundscapes. 

Outrageous Intro 
System Crash / Astral Incantations (plays in background of intro dialogue) 
Still Alone & Adrift / Antarctic Wastelands + Rhubiqs 
Signals And Satellites / Antarctic Wastelands + Six Missing 
That Way / Cinnamon Sun 
Better Half Of Me / Isabel Rumble 
When Will We Lose Hope / Romanie 
Do What We Do / Ryan Oliver 
In Here Alone / Under The Rug 
Roll With You / Rhythm Diggers 
Cycles / Jacqui Hunt 
Railway Car, Light On / Messer 
Showdown ft Matt Sallee / Kevin Olusola
Recall Repeat / Gallagath
H Bomb / The Jessica Descent
Pity For The Poet / Rename 
Winter Kills (Yazoo cover) / Covenant
The Last Time, Proof Of Concept (Extended) / Color Theory 
Sound And The Fury (After Midnight mix), Sincerely (Stars At Night mix), To Be Loved (Early Hours mix) / Claudia Brucken
Frozen (Widescreen Mix + Drums), Gone Gone Gone, Sky Fits Heaven (Victor Calderone Future New Edit) / Madonna
Hero / Chronitect
Every Day Is Some Day, Dub In G Minor / Simon D 
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel (Extended), Sea Spray, Painting Over The Cracks / Lord And Master 
Cosmos / Kaidoorn
Multiverse / Electric Tardigrade
Hypnotizer / Aaron Van Wonterghem 
Chores / Ear Mind Eye 
Can You Feel The Sunshine / Phase 7
Space Walk, Lunar Base, We'll Be Alright / Astral Incantations 
Outrageous Outro 

This Wintry Gaze 3

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