Here are some of my piano cover versions of many songs of all sorts. For me it is basically a piano practice sessions, but some of them came out quite nicely, so why not to share?

Way of Piano

Songs for when everything feels a little too much.
For the moments when you need space. Or just want to be quietly sad.

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Dark Moments

BEST OF

Daily Drops

Late to the World

Know How It Hurts

everything I try to fix -
breaks again

we've fallen so many times trying

to lose someone -

you'll manage
or you'll get lost yourself..

you'll get lost yourself..

we bumped into you -
it's an anomaly ....
Universe

we've met there many times
like now

and tomorrow
why?
again?

we'll forget..

we search - we find - we miss
and
loops - circles..

there's no map

we don't know the way..
we're missing something...
we're missing

everything I try to fix -
breaks again

we've fallen so many times trying

to lose someone -

you'll manage
and
or you'll get lost yourself..

you'll get lost yourself..


всё что пытаюсь исправить -
снова ломается

мы столько раз о попытки разбились

кого то терять -

ты справишься с этим
или сам потеряешься..


сошлись 
аномалией  ....

вселенской 

там много раз встречались
как сейчас

а завтра 

зачем 
всё сначала 

мы это забудем ..

ищем находим - упускаем
ииии 
петли круг..

нет карты

пути не знаем ..
мы что то упускаем...


всё что пытаюсь исправить -
снова ломается

мы столько раз о попытки разбились

кого то терять -

ты справишься с этим
и
или сам потеряешься..

сам потеряешься ..

looper

Echoes in the Dark

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©1998, 2025 Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
He smelled like old leather and sawdust and time
Wore flannel like armor and boots full of pride
With a voice like gravel and hands that could heal
He taught me what’s true and he showed me what’s real

[Pre-Chorus]
When the world felt too big, and I felt too small
He’d lift me up, like I’d never fall

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the world made sense
I was safe in a storm, behind his defense
He didn’t say much, but his silence was kind
And I found more love than words could define
Now he’s gone, but somehow I’m calm
‘Cause I still feel home in my grandfather’s arms

[Verse 2]
He’d sit on the porch with his coffee and chair
Tell stories so simple, but they hung in the air
He didn’t chase money, never needed the fame
Said, “A good life is built on your word and your name”

[Pre-Chorus]
He’d hand me his coat when the cold settled in
And I swear, just like that, I’d feel whole again

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the fear disappeared
Like the world slowed down when he pulled me near
He’d hum some old tune from a time long gone
But the feeling it gave me still lingers on
He’s a whisper now, not flesh and bone
But I still stand tall from my grandfather’s arms

[Bridge]
I carry his watch, and I wear his name
I’ve got his fire, running through my veins
And when I’m tired, or when life feels too hard
I remember the strength in his steady heart

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, I first learned to believe
In the quiet kind of love that never leaves
And when I hold my child and they look up at me
I hope they feel what he gave to me
He’s with me still, in soul and in calm
Yeah, I still live in my grandfather’s arms

[Outro]
He may be gone, but I know this much is true
His arms still guide me in all that I do
In my grandfather's arms



MY GRANDFATHER'S ARMS

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff

Your words
Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…

I try to remember what you were like
When I was little
When we ate dinner together 
As a family..(as a family)
In pain
You spoke little
Sometimes commenting on the food
Which was usually bland 
As Mom hated to cook
But I don’t think you cared
As you frequently went dining out when you were away
From us. From her. From us
Life was free away
Away from us…
Free away from us…

Mostly I remember you
As sick in bed
From exhaustion 
As an escape
As a way to stay away from us
a young father who avoided his own seed
His own seed
Once you had to leave, you recovered
Packed your bag and left again

Always sick
Always mad
Short temper fuse
Feared your wrath
Feared your voice
But your ridicule (your ridicule)
Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…
A sad me…

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff
No hugs
Few smiles

Trying to remember you
When I was young
When I was little
I don’t see you in my far away 
Now that you  are gone
My memories are of my search
To please you through men Like you
Men like you..
Ones who spoke to me through pain
Through ridicule

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff

Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…
Into me…
Into me…
Me…

always dad never daddy

One-take piano impro, always nice to catch these, if only one would never forget to hit the record button. The forest soundscape I recorded a few years ago was a nice addition. And cello in the back? One of those crazy ideas...

Morning In The Forest

Lovely tune from classic animated movie, one of those cute and full of innocent emotions. What a nice start of the film! I love doing piano covers of such a great tracks! Also, I'm not really sure if this one is by Gregson-Williams or by John Powel. If you know better, please let me know in the comments...

Fairytale from Shrek movie by Harry Gregson-Williams - piano cover

Beautiful Bond

After 18yrs of releasing a new song, Hostal Handshake are BACK!
Maybe just a single, maybe just an EP or maybe...an album? But we are Back! :D
#ripOzzy

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYcakJJnz1E
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lyrics:
This is not a drill!

Give me something to break it in two
give me glory to rule the fools
take me in your house on a big flat screen
Ready to sink you on a dark black dream

Are you ready to become a slave of me?
Corrupted government ain't gonna set u free
All these righteous pre-election pigs
are now pointing the finger for you to pay the fee

Now it's the time, this is not a drill
ain't got no privilege , got nothing to feel
Your heart is gray from the news today
only your soul left in the end to pay


(p) & (c) 2025, Hostal Handshake.

This is not a drill! (new song 2025)

This melody is so innocent. It is truly a genius of Silvestri's music how well does it match the character of Forrest Gump. It was always one of my favorites! It was a wonderful experience to figure out how to put it into the solo piano type of track... 

Forrest Gump by Alan Silvestri - piano cover

I can't imagine how I lived

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Here's my take on this Yanni's masterpiece. I've changed the original arrange in some sections to differ slightly, improvisations during the recording sessions are always full of surprises. I've added some subtle strings as an essence of Yanni's original version, no intention to copy it anyway. It wouldn't be an appropriate approach to this project, I think. It is strangely satisfying to dive into a genius mind to discover what is moving the gears inside. Yanni as a composer seems to be simple and minimalistic, but there are some quite complex twists in his compositions...

The End Of August by Yanni - piano remake

When Everything Was Ours

Heavenly Ray

A new piece from the HYPERBOR' IA universe, a prayer to the ancient spirit of the Earth.

Heart of the Earth

A smaller bonus track, nothing too big, but very much fun playing it! I was wondering if to upload it or not, but hey, internet can take anything, right? Besides, Two Steps From Hell is THE BEST thing that happened to music in this century so far, so why not to pay this little tribute to those guys! And to Mark Fowler, who wrote this cover (with few changes of mine)...

Heart Of Courage by Two Steps From Hell - piano cover

Lyrics by Tony Harris (c) 
Vocals, music and mix by Eddie Harrison

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX

SOME MAY THINK I'M CRAZY
SOME MAY THINK I'M LAZY
CAUSE I SPEND SO MUCH TIME
LISTENING TO MY MUSIC

CHORUS
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
WITH MUSIC PLAYING ALL THE TIME
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
WITH NOTHING BUT MUSIC ON MY MIND
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
AWAY FROM LIFE'S DAILY GRIND
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL AND COUNTRY
POP AND A LITTLE BIT OF DOO WOOP
SOUTHERN GOSPEL AND THE BEATLES
MY JOURNEY HAS BEEN FULL OF MUSIC

REPEAT CHORUS (2 TIMES)

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

ALL THE TIME

I Feel Like I'm Living In a Jukebox (Lyrics by Tony - Vocal & Music by Eddie Harrison) Original 2012

Music is the greatest human invention, the only language that speaks to us all. It would be a shame not to share my share. Just for fun, just for mere survival of one man's mind. Thank you for listening!

The End Of August by Yanni - piano remake

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