super pleasant and just really well played!

A beautiful positive piece of music. Positiveness is something the world needs right now.

THis is wonderful! A pleasure!😃👏👏

Beautiful composition and harmony 👏👍

Beautiful song writing in your playing and lyric--almost as if one could sing along.  So lovely and affirming!

I love this so much Fran😊 I really enjoyed reading such beautiful heartfelt lyrics while listening. Very touching. They fit perfectly with that gorgeous melody! You play beautifully and I bet you sing beautifully too😉 Maybe one day you'll sing those lyrics to this🙌🏻 Incredible job on this piece👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Daily Drops

After 18yrs of releasing a new song, Hostal Handshake are BACK!
Maybe just a single, maybe just an EP or maybe...an album? But we are Back! :D
#ripOzzy

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYcakJJnz1E
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lyrics:
This is not a drill!

Give me something to break it in two
give me glory to rule the fools
take me in your house on a big flat screen
Ready to sink you on a dark black dream

Are you ready to become a slave of me?
Corrupted government ain't gonna set u free
All these righteous pre-election pigs
are now pointing the finger for you to pay the fee

Now it's the time, this is not a drill
ain't got no privilege , got nothing to feel
Your heart is gray from the news today
only your soul left in the end to pay


(p) & (c) 2025, Hostal Handshake.

This is not a drill! (new song 2025)

Meditation Vibration

ARTEMIS

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

"I hope you walk through the world knowing your value..." - Rebecca Searle

I occasionally write lyrics for my compositions, though I don't always post them. The full lyrics for this piece are included below. Please note that the piano arrangement includes some embellishments that don't follow the complete lyrical melody.

I Hope You Know 
Music & Lyrics by Francess Harris

Another night gazing at the stars, while you are on my mind;
So close to me and yet so far away.
And like the stars, memories shine bright and joy is what I find;
I smile and say a prayer for your next day.
So, when you see the stars, remember my love follows where you go.
I hope you know.

You’re a treasure, I cherish you; don’t let that slip your mind.
You have a dream, a purpose to fulfill.
The world needs the gifts you have, your heart is always kind;
So, make a difference, I am sure you will.
And when you see the stars, remember my love follows where you go.
I hope you know.

Bridge:
There are times that the storms will come; don't let them get you down.
Just keep moving on to higher ground.
Life is hard, but beautiful, and you will make it through.
Chase your dreams and know, I believe in you.
So, when you see the stars, remember my love follows where you go.
I hope you know. I hope you know.

Ending:
Another night gazing at the stars while you are on my mind;
I smile and say a prayer for your next day.

Words and Music by Francess Harris © 2025 - All right Reserved

I Hope You Know

Here's my take on this Yanni's masterpiece. I've changed the original arrange in some sections to differ slightly, improvisations during the recording sessions are always full of surprises. I've added some subtle strings as an essence of Yanni's original version, no intention to copy it anyway. It wouldn't be an appropriate approach to this project, I think. It is strangely satisfying to dive into a genius mind to discover what is moving the gears inside. Yanni as a composer seems to be simple and minimalistic, but there are some quite complex twists in his compositions...

The End Of August by Yanni - piano remake

When Everything Was Ours

Heavenly Ray

Where are U?

“Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them” ― Munia Khan

The sheet music of my compositions can be downloaded from here:
https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/publishers/victor-birkan-sheet-music/3028943?isPLP=1
https://youtu.be/e_-vkT2jRv8


Dry Flowers

Like many others, my family tree has countless branches. One of the largest branches stretches across the Atlantic to the Parry family in Wales. I had the privilege of knowing my great-grandfather, William Parry, who studied law, worked in  Washington D.C., and made many trips to Wales throughout his life.

William’s father, Edward Parry, was born in 1842 in a small stone house in Mold, near Flint, North Wales. According to my grandmother's notes, Edward worked in a coal mine and a chemical plant before taking a job on a small freighter that sailed between Liverpool and Dublin. His time on that freighter must have sparked a desire to travel, because at 26, he arrived in North America on St. Patrick's Day, 1868. He was the only one in his immediate family to do so and quickly established a new life and new home.

Of course, I never met Edward Parry, but I've come to know him through my grandmother's notes, along with a few photos and a couple of books he purchased as a young man.  From the items he left behind, I know that he loved music and poetry, was a hard worker, and raised three kind children who made the world a better place. This composition is inspired by his life and the family I have yet to meet who still live in Wales.

From Wales

Simple Original track
Lyrics/vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

When I was younger I sometimes got depressed. I didn't know how to handle it. But as I got older I become more known with my mind and body, and learned how to deal with it in advance, recognize the signals that came first... And I got through  :)

Lyrics:

I see the big black hole
Right in front of me
Whispering evil in my ear...
Must avoid falling into it
Have courage
Show no fear....

My heart is beating
My blood is pumping
Can I find another way.....
Feeling lost
Feeling scared
Should I run, or should I stay....?

Small steps around the hole
Falling to the ground...
So much pain as I crawl
But I got through
A new day just began....

I got through!

I Got Through (Original)

My first solo song in a little bit…


Cover art by Henk Monster, CC BY 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Antarctic Dark

My piano version of Sean Kingston's "Beautiful Girls".

Beautiful Girls (Piano Version) - Matt Ganim

Miraculous

Lionheart

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Welcome to my SoundCloud page.  It serves as a jar of sorts, to catch the musical ideas flying around in my head!  My hope is that you find something to listen to that offers encouragement and refreshes your soul.

All music is original with a few exceptions (such as new arrangements of old Christmas songs, etc.).  All music has been composed and performed with absolutely no AI-assistance.  I primarily perform and record on the Yamaha MODX8, with an occasional recording on my older Yamaha Clavinova.  You will also find collaborative works on my page, featuring some other amazing musicians on SoundCloud.

It is a joy to share my music with you, and I hope you enjoy listening!

I Hope You Know

PianoFran

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