Dear [REDACTED],

We'd promised then and again point again repeating we wouldn't just keep breathing without reason. It's the least we could do when failed portrayals of our prescribed human kind as issued were but a recursive script we'd reread, as conscripted, then list every misstep as proof this was a life we were never meant to live through.

Dear [REDACTED],

Never held in an honest hand, that handle's a denominant that lands like katanas on skin, exposing the best we could give to a world without leeway for we who may harbor such conflicts among gods and goddesses' gazes. Our path laid charybdic, this tryptych, a maze between pastiche and couth. We shouldn't have to be told what's expected of us to assume

Dear [REDACTED],

How you'd bend without confidence to compliment partners and friends through a hollow lens. Problem bends pressed. Solemn movements produced constant stress. More than time will tell them your truths of orchards your eyes held that arrows would fly through. A sparrow's death died by the calendar day. Met by no heart left breaking, unlike you, and I can't excuse how you'd cry out for courage refused 

DEAR JONATHAN,

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING YOU HAD DIED BACK THEN
IF MY COMPLIANCE IS DENIED, THEN WHO AM I TO CRY
WHEN I STOOD SILENTLY BEHIND A WALL OF YOU, NO MIND TO FIRING LINES
MY HELPLESS OUTER CHILD, A HUMAN SHIELD SO I'D SURVIVE

I'M THIRTY NINE AND CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THAT THUNDER STORM WAS LIKE
TO STRIKE IN HUNGER UNDER COVERS LOCKED IN CUPBOARDS EVERY NIGHT
THESE GOD DAMN METAPHORS OF AGATHYS, WITH COWARDICE AND ICE
FORMED INTO PAULDRONS TO PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I LEFT YOU FOR A LIFE

Each breath I took from you in spite and held in tight enough to choke
I've known no matter undermined intent, regret cut off your growth
There's no defense invoked this time, the lines that hurt you most I wrote
Where's the closure in erasure? Supposed to hate you but I won't

No, no I don't believe in innocence and likely mine the least
And do appreciate the steps you'd steal when both my legs were weak
You don't deserve the ways me and your mind would speak to you 
At least Selene can dream now, but how is that supposed to help you sleep?

DEAR JONATHAN

VPC7 Round 5

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] feat. Ryako & Big Fake - to whom it should

Unterschrift for solo piano (2019)
Dedicated to Pavlos Antoniadis
Besides his music, I was always attracted to  Beethoven’s manuscripts, that uneasy almost frenetic way in which he expressed his musical ideas. I went back to those manuscripts,  I was struck -above all- by his signature, the fragility in which the great Ludwig van sealed his works. Unterschrift is an investigation or perhaps a reflection on that space, on that periphery of his music. MT
Live performance at 2021 Contemporary Insights Summer Academy for Present-Day Music. Supported by the InSzene program of the German Music Council with funds from the Federal Government Commissioner for Culture and Media

Unterschrift (2019)

Psalms

Chinese Girlfriend

Renoise Mutant Breaks #13 entry.

Approaching new dimensions.

Another Dimension (MBC#13)

Astrologers proclaim this winter will be the longest in recorded history, lasting years or even decades. Fresh off an online romance, a young teen hero must embark on a journey to bring back the sun, stir his digital lover out of her seasonal depression, and finally meet in person under the summer sky.

For the OST Composing Jam #3 https://itch.io/jam/ost-composing-jam-3

Album art by Chloé Luce Le Moing

Digital Summer

Daemon

Astrologers proclaim this winter will be the longest in recorded history, lasting years or even decades. Fresh off an online romance, a young teen hero must embark on a journey to bring back the sun, stir his digital lover out of her seasonal depression, and finally meet in person under the summer sky.

Listen on YouTube: https://youtu.be/6tO02zegtCw
And on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0D2OoYGdyN3LAGEcr4XJnU?si=MyI9nVM_REq2mZe1-QwZzw

For the OST Composing Jam #3 https://itch.io/jam/ost-composing-jam-3

Album art by Chloé Luce Le Moing

Digital Lovers

Freya Lily's first single of 2022 - an ambient-electro uplifting sonic experience - featuring the seagulls from Brighton and the sounds of a workshop in London.

Reaching (Part 2)

Full album in free download here https://archive.org/details/invisible_illusion_thee_mystery_unveiled

A Magical Initiation by Invisible Illusion from Thee Mystery Unveiled [Full Record in Free Download]

Photo by https://unsplash.com/@kylejeffreys?utm_content=creditCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=unsplash

Daemon

Melodic Immersion