В рощице берёзовой  (Доченька Мила)

This is the intro for a longer piece, where I introduce the EastBeast from Cre8audio. I have not done ambient in a long time, and I must say I fell in love with Sonible's Pureverb. 

Extended version here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS-YfEt8AYI

A gentle beast from the East

The Sweetest Time tells of a suspended moment, where time seems to stand still. The notes of a piano flow through the air, delicate and melancholic, as if each key tells a story of love never forgotten, while a sweet voice joins in, vibrant and intimate, like a secret shared with the heart. The rain becomes a steady rhythm, the sea an infinite echo, and the melody a promise of sweetness that lingers even after the final note fades, an immortal and fragile memory like a tear in the rain.

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The Sweetest Time

sometimes another thing happens

Aligned

My take on this masterpiece, based strongly on a cover by Patrick Pietschman as I overheard it from Youtube, but at the last section I went into impro to spice it a little bit. One day I might conjure a better incarnation, but for now, I'm getting slightly tired by it (it is a busy piece...).

Gladiator - Now We Are Free by Hans Zimmer - Piano Cover

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Mean Flow

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gennaio 2025

Mean Flow & Marco Lucchi - [year's end] Farewell

Naviar Haiku Challenge 578

one by one
praising and withdrawing inside -
winter moon

by: Senjo

Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash

Praising and Withdrawing

Praising And Withdrawing (Naviar Haiku 578)

Klangwelt 4

Voices In Mist

A careful cartography of time and memory, where horizons gather dust and light slips between worlds; every moment here feels like a secret uncovered: a whisper that outlives its breath, a radiance that refuses to fade. Melodies slumber and then stir, folding dormant dreams into fragile patterns while shadows learn to speak in softer tongues. Names become small lanterns on distant shores, and strange places hold the weight of stories that never amounted to a bite. Listen as fragments of lost time recombine into a slow, patient architecture of echo and pulse: intimate, unhurried, and quietly insistently luminous.

When Shadows Speak Softly

liminal, compositional ambient using glitch and orchestral textures

sometimes another thing happens

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