Kitchen Mouse

olvidada en los archivos de la compu desde 2018 

El perro fantasma

Found this cool backing track so i decided,why not. LOL!!!!  

Coffie cup

Taken from my latest album release BESIDES - a compilation of demos and unfinished instrumentals: wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com/album/besides

Aphids

Defending The State Of Peace

You can look at the water endlessly... Thanks to nature, something musical often comes to mind and pops out from under your fingers...

Looking at the water

A cinematic journey that rises from quiet reflection to epic triumph. “The Last Ninja” weaves gentle piano and emotional strings with powerful orchestration, capturing both the sorrow and hope of the soul’s journey. Each note is filled with purpose, blending the elegance of classical music with the drama of film scores and the energy of modern rhythm. Inspired by the spirit of resilience and the honor of the warrior, this track invites listeners to rise above, to find strength in the struggle, and to let their spirit soar, no matter where life begins. This is more than music; it’s the sound of the soul climbing toward its highest calling.

The Last Ninja

My Way

Fadin Lights

Storytelling & Vocals by Heidi-Marie Arapa

Lyrics
The town square hums with whispered thought,
A language learned, a lesson taught.
But a void follows where she walks,
A silent space where no one talks.
They call her strange, they call her cold,
But her mind is still, her heart is free,
A silent world for only she.

Why has Elara become silent?
Is it a choice, a grand design?
Is the noise too loud, 
Or is her peace a sign?
She holds a secret, a quiet key,
To a world that they can't see.
The music's gone, the words are few,
But in the quiet, she is true.

She played the bells, a magic tune,
Under the light of a pale moon.
It healed the town, it made them whole,
But stole the pieces of her soul.
The melody was a draining cost,
A part of her forever lost.
So she laid the hammer down,
And traded magic for a silent crown.

They ask her why she won't sing out,
Why she lives with so much doubt.
But the truth is not for them to know,
Some seeds of silence need to grow.

The echoes fade, the bell is still,
A peaceful quiet on the hill.
Elara's silence, a final grace,
A sanctuary, in this place.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Fadin Lights

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