The Time Traveller

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The Earth Love II

Wild Moon (Remix)

Wild Moon (Remix) & Video Link

The Earth Love

Orbit Lover (Remix)

A mix of rock and instrumental 
Scottish heroes and stories of old 

A Warriors Sorrow

Fingers dance like shadows on the moon 
Chasing melodies that fade too soon 
Each chord a heartbeat steady strong 
Building bridges where we 

Serenade of the keys

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

White Cloud In A Dancing Grey

Crescent Moon

A clock that spins but stands so still
 The rhythm bends to one’s own will Each new heartbeat sends a clue 
To the people I’ve yet to meet 
To you 

Tomorrow’s friends are yesterday’s thoughts

In 1966, a man went into the University of Texas tower and killed 15 people. As a child in Texas, I was horrified as were the adults around me. I wrote this song wondering what would have happened if the shooter had repented before dying and befriended one of his victims in heaven.    

The Tower
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

Would you still kill me from the tower if you saw me again,
Would you forget me and shoot me in cold blood,
Forgetting we're friends in eternity?
Remembering our times of laughs together,
Would you do it again?
Taking me out on campus as  I walked from class,
Would you do it again?
Would you do it again?

But would you remember me,
And leave your gun at home?
Remembering our times of laughs together,
And leave your gun at home?
Would you remember who I was,
And leave your gun at home?
Leave your gun at home
Leave your gun at home
Would  you remember me
And leave your gun at home?

The Tower

Nice To Meet You

I'm a keyboardist with a love for layering sounds to create ambient, ethereal atmospheres and composing simple piano pieces to embellish. I love all genres of music, and find myself composing different types depending on my mood of the day.

I’ve never had formal training. As a teen, my parents wouldn’t let a piano in our house in Egypt, so I studied piece-meal at friends’ homes. When I got to college, I learned by going to university piano practice rooms. In my 40’s, I met my birth-mom who turned out to be a child prodigy, winning a Van Cliburn competition by playing Rachmaninoff at age 11. Most of what I play today, I learned from the techniques she taught me. 

I’m an American who has lived abroad for a good part of my life in Egypt, Turkey, Japan, South Korea, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Taiwan, and now back to Texas.

The Tower

Mike Krath

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