Your piano certainly does tell a story along with the lyrics...this is quite magnificent!

I am liking this. 4/4 works fine for me. (I can hear this in musical theatre.)

Eine schöne Balance zwischen Melancholie und Monthy Python-naher verschmitzter Humor

Beautiful musical poetry: superlative melodies and harmonies!

This song is: A GREAT hymn to listening and loving tolerance!

Great track mate, loving the way the lyrics play out.  Beautiful.

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

'toxic love' 

note: yet another spontaneous shitty live phone recording, first and only take.

Well, this is hard.
That we know.
Add to the scars, 
or just let go?
We know there's love.
There's no doubt.
But, when fucked up,
we run our mouths,
and say some things
that we regret.
And, these words sting.
We can't forget.
Yet we find
we can't let go.
Attraction
takes control.
And we forgive,
and seem okay,
until we sip
too much someday. 
And, then the shit
will escalate.
I'm feeling sick.
It's not okay.
I won't forget, 
for it's been fun.
Not just the sex.
But, us as one.
But, so we have
now become
a toxic love that
has come undone.

toxic love

The final one of the series of rough demos created by Hubert Stytz 
Hubert Stytz: vocals, all instruments, composition and arrangement
Pee Gee       : lyrics

Inspired by the overwhelming beauty of nature and the secrets of meditation ,  calmness  and mystical miracles!
INANNA

There´s a sound as darkness grows
In the moorlands till the nightwind blows
There´s a whisper up in the evening sky
Out in the distance the seagulls cry

Inanna.. Inanna.......Inanna.. Inanna

There´s a glow, a flickering in the air
Causing a change, a change of atmosphere
When the sun goes down , it´s fiery red
The moonlight shines so bright instead

It´s the wind that whispers in my ear
Sweet words of soothing I yearn to hear
As we sit  and watch the glowing stars above
Peaceful hours bring words of love

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna...Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna.......

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna.. Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna..a touch under cover of darkness

Inanna.. Inanna.. a walk............................................

Inanna

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

I quit smoking today...
What can i say...?
Don't know what to do
Use to smoke when I miss you
Now I have nothing at all..

I have to find another way
When I can't smoke all day
Going crazy missing you
Without the smoke, what can I do?
Holding my breath as long as I can..

3... 2...1...

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

I have to find another way
When I can't smoke all day
Going crazy missing you
Without the smoke, what can I do?
Holding my breath as long as I can...

3...2...1...

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

Holding My breath as long as I can..
3... 2... 1... 

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

Quit Smoking

WELL IT IS HEAVEN  IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN EN TERRASSE
AN ANGEL IS PASSING SUR LE TROTTOIR D’EN FACE
LIFE WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

HEY HAVE A MANGO IT’S ON THE HOUSE
DANCE A FANDANGO WITH MICKEY MOUSE
NEVER SAY NEVER DIEU EST DANS LA PLACE
SILENCE ET FERVEUR UN ANGE PASSE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

IT IS HEAVEN IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN ABOVE THE STARS
NEVER SAY NEVER YOU NEVER KNOW
ALWAYS IS OVER YOU HAD TO GO 

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

YOU HAD THE WORST YOU HAD THE BEST
AND NOW YOU GET ETERNAL REST
AT LAST
RELAX RELAX RELAX…

HEAVEN IN PARADISE (Lyrics)

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Where are You

Ricercare In Armonia

Torbjørn: vocal, instrumental and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Oddrun: vocal and vocal composition
Mastering: Njål Frode Lie
Poem: William Blake
"Ah! Sun-flower" is a poem by William Blake, published in his collection Songs of Experience in 1794. The poem explores themes of longing, weariness, and the human desire for something beyond earthly existence, using the sunflower as a symbol. 

A big thank you to you Torbjørn, what a great joy to sing this beautiful poem.

Poem: William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Ah! Sun-flower. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli

Hello everyone,
this is the second part – or rather, another chapter – of my musical theater project.
For this song, I’m lucky enough to be joined by Sarah Paradise-Brown, whose incredible voice gives this piece a very special depth.

"Blood" is a song about a seemingly hopeless love between a woman and a vampire. It tells a story of longing, danger, and the bittersweet realization that this love can never be fulfilled. Between attraction and pain, both struggle with the desire that binds them and the necessity of letting go so they won’t destroy each other. 

Video now on YouTube: https://youtu.be/wrYE7F06mwU



Blood

Your scent is moonlight on the wind
A promise wrapped in trembling skin
I hold you close, but not too near
For what I want is what you fear

You breathe like fire beneath restraint
Your touch is warm, your world is faint
And though your lips could steal my soul
I’d give you all, and not feel cold

You shine where I can never go
But still I linger in your glow
If love means letting go of fire
Then let us rise above desire

Blood is calling from below
Blood is more than I should know
Blood would turn the night to me
But love… wants more than destiny
Blood is silence wrapped in sound
But love is where we won’t be bound

I've tasted death in every shade
But nothing made me feel this way
You made the world turn soft and slow
And showed me things I’ll never know

You gave me truth without disguise
A world of pain beneath your eyes
But I can't live with what you are
Even love can’t cross that scar

I want you…
I know...
I need you…
But we can’t...
So hold me once, then let me go
Don’t drink the love we’ve come to know

Blood is beating like a drum
Blood is where we both came from
Blood could bind me to your name
But love is not a thing to tame
Blood may sing, may plead, may flood…
But not tonight, not with blood

If I must live without your flame
Then I will carry still your name
If I must walk into the day
I’ll dream you home some other way
Some love survives, 
survives in broken light
But not tonight…

Not with blood!


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Credits:
Vocals: Sarah Paradise-Brown &  Axel Menningen
Music: Axel Menningen
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Blood

The path of least resistance

Poesie zum Träumen

The piano is not just an instrument; it is a storyteller. My lifelong companion. Each piece holds the memory of a moment in time, of a period in life. Here, I share my personal journey—one miniature, one experiment, one story at a time.

I’m Konrad Spittelberg, 52 years old. Though I’ve always called Vienna my home, I have pursued various interests, building an interdisciplinary background that spans education in Latin and Greek, studies of Mathematics, Physics and Economics and a carreer in Consulting and Risk Management. Sometimes, you might also find me immersed in games of Go, Chess or D&D. 

But only when I’m not making music. Of course. Still then, all of my interests have shaped the way I think — and, in turn, the way I compose.

The instrument of my life is the piano. I play it since the age of six, the first 16 in music school with my dedicated teacher Margarete Gerlach (and also thanks to the city of Vienna to the incredible publicly funded music schools!). My piano playing saw multiyear interruptions due to travel and workload. But in recent years I’ve found the time to pursue my passion again—with renewed joy. I devote many of my evenings to developing, refining and rehearsing my piano miniatures. 

I inhale music wherever I find it. In the echoes of Renaissance motets or contemporary cluster music with my local choir, which I joined 30 years ago. In music running in the background of a fashion store which I Shazaam for later enjoyment. Or live concerts - there are so many gifted artists in the world! 

My music is a dialogue between tradition and exploration. Rooted in classical and romantic traditions, it ventures into jazz, rock, and pop.  I love to experiment—playing with unexpected tonalities, syncopated rhythms, and dynamic contrasts. My compositions often evolve through shifts in tension, rhythmic complexity, and harmonic modulations, sometimes venturing across the circle of fifths. I’m also diving deeper into the art of mastering, an area where I still have much to explore.

If my music speaks to you, I’d love for you to follow my journey. Follow along, share your thoughts—whether in appreciation or in challenge. Music, after all, is meant to be a conversation—and I’d love to hear your voice in it.
Enjoy your time with my music! 
Contact: konrad.spittelberg@gmail.com
Spotify and Youtube: https:\\konrad-spittelberg.carrd.co

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

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