How lucky you found this piece, Liz, it's so elegant, and so is your playing.

Cette composition est une petite fabrique d'émotions douces et variées : que du bonheur !!!

hey Liz, this is beautiful, i love it, so relaxing,

Congratulations, Liz! I am sorry I didn't see this until just now.

Oh my gosh! Your music is always so beautiful, Liz. This piece here really touches me. I don't know why, but as I listened to it, tears suddenly started rolling down my cheeks. I want to thank you for this beautiful piece. 🙏And now I need to find a tissue.😉💫

Daily Drops

Reflections on the life of a boy working in a glass factory in Glasgow, Scotland over 100 years ago.
Copyright 2024 Brian James McDonald (ASCAP)
Copyright 2024 Hoon Toons Publishing (ASCAP)

Measure Of A Life (Piano)

There were only two of them in The Divine Garden. The fallen Guardian, that was betrayed by his own creator. And The Divine Flower - God of these lands, that killed his beloved. The place Guardian once called home - The field covered with flowers - now became battlefield. The wind caressed flowers with his gentle and cold touch. The sun was covered by clouds...

Both Guardian and the Flower had nothing to tell to each other after all they've been through. There was no other way but to fight until one of them will be destroyed forever. 

The Flower wanted to satisfy his egoism.
And the Guardian wanted to take his revenge.

The Last Bloom (Orchestral version)

This piece is about being strong and not wanting to be in between things. Hope you like it and glad to hear your opinion on it....

Valissa

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)

Full of Hope * Instrumental

Boxin'

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

In Your Shadow, I Shine



[Verse 1]
The night lays heavy on my skin,
a quiet room where I begin.
Your breath’s a thread that pulls me near,
a fragile truth I start to hear.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
And though the silence hides my name,
I feel a spark inside the flame…

[Chorus]
In your shadow, I shine,
like a flame that was waiting for night.
Every whisper, a sacred design,
turning all of my darkness to light.

[Verse 2]
Your touch is softer than the air,
a fleeting warmth that keeps me there.
The stillness holds what words can’t show,
in secret places only we know.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And though the dark would have me blind,
your presence writes the light I find…

[Chorus]
In your shadow, I shine,
like a flame that was waiting for night.
Every whisper, a sacred design,
turning all of my darkness to light.

[Bridge] (sanft beginnend, dann öffnend)
I was quiet, I was small,
hiding underneath it all.
But your shadow called my name,
and I rose inside the flame…

[Final Chorus] (mit voller Stimme, hymnisch)
In your shadow, I shine,
like a flame that was waiting for night.
Every whisper, a sacred design,
turning all of my darkness to light.
Yes, in your shadow, I shine…
I shine… I shine.

In Your Shadow, I Shine

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

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago, and just came across it....
i hope you will like to listen to it....

Art picture is by Artem-sapegin on Unsplash

Il était une fois....

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The Legend of the Black Rose mp3

Fragments of Us

Grieg - The First Meeting

My daughter's quote...






























"Angels talking through your music....."

I hope you will enjoy listening......

Thank you for your time here....

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