I once dreamed a beautiful lingering piano melody.

Linger

Let Me Go, Set Me Free

Questioning

Rebuilding

Echo Lake

Work in progress; don't know where to take this sound.

Slip (WIP)

Mountain's Eyes

Membrane

Deep Sleep Conversations

Leaving Home

I Can Feel It Slipping

Interlude

drip

Sometimes I dream of melodies. Rarely do I remember them.
Dreamed of and created at 4am. 1/11/12
Track one of the piano compilation. Enjoy.

Birds

Perimeter

Pressure

Second piece for the set 'Descent'. 

-----------------------------

There in the calamus he stands 
With frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands; 
His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise; 
  And elfishly, and impishly, 
Above the gleam of owlet eyes, 
A death's-head cap of downy dyes
  Nods out at me, and beckons me.

Now in the reeds his face looks white
As witch-down on a witches' night; 
Now through the dark, old, haunted mill, 
  All eerily, all flickeringly
He flits; and with a whippoorwill
Mouth calls, and seems to syllable, 
  "Come follow me! oh, follow me!"

Now o'er the sluggish stream he wends, 
A slim light at his fingers' ends; 
The spotted spawn, the toad hath clomb, 
  Slips oozily, sucks slimily; 
His easy footsteps seem to come---
Like bubble-gaspings of the scum---
  This side of me; that side of me.

There by the stagnant pool he stands, 
A foxfire lamp in flickering hands; 
The weeds are slimy to the tread, 
  And mockingly, and gloatingly, 
With slanted eyes and pointed head, 
He leans above a face long dead,--- 
  The face of me! of me! of me!

Will-o'-the-wisp

Moment

oneiro is a derivation of the word oneirataxia, meaning the inability to differentiate between dreams and reality.

Popular tracks by oneiro