I’m imagining here the swell of the ocean as the sailors are huddled together in the water awaiting rescue after their battleship was torpedoed. Tension is constant and unremitting as sharks circle the groups of men..

USS Indianapolis-The longest night

Blue

This one feels like stepping into a haunted night that’s alive with rhythm and restless energy. It’s about drifting between the real and the unreal — where the pounding bass from a distant rave mixes with the sounds of the graveyard, and you can’t quite tell if you’re dancing with the living or the dead. The song captures that eerie beauty of being caught in a dreamscape where ghosts, music, and moonlight blur together, and even though it’s all surreal, it feels strangely comforting — like being part of something eternal, even just for one night.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Dust devils rise up in the night
Dead leaves swirl
Under pale moonlight
No one sees my plight 

[Prechorus]
Bass vibrates the tombstones
Shadows stretch out long
Tonight ain't so bad when you're not alone 

[Chorus]
Bones they rattle
Skulls they gleam
Graveyard rave
Is just a dream
A dream
A dream 

[Verse 2]
Fingers clutch grasping air
Cold wind blows
Through my hair
Do you even care 

[Prechorus]
Synth lines pierce the silence
Every spirit sings along
Lost souls gather where they belong 

[Chorus]
Bones they rattle
Skulls they gleam
Graveyard rave
Is just a dream
A dream
A dream

A Dream

I woke up smilin’ at my screen,
Feelin’ holy in that glowin’ sheen
Every click’s a little prayer I say
To the god of me, in my own display

I scroll my face like it’s fine art
Zoomin’ in on a plastic heart
Feelin’ deep while the jungle sleeps
Predators watch while the ego feeds

Oh, the mirror made me —
Made me love what I can’t see
Dancin’ naked for the eyes of none,
Hypnotized by my own reflection, son

Easy prey, easy prey, easy prey, here to stay
Easy prey, easy prey, easy prey, here to stay

Talkin’ loud like a priest online,
Blessin’ strangers with my sacred shine
But nature don’t care ’bout your pretty pose,
It’s got teeth behind them shadows you chose

Every lion’s laughin’ while I preen,
Watchin’ fools glow blue-light green
We traded tribe for a little fame,
Now the hunter’s faster, knows our name

Oh, the mirror made me —
Made me love what I can’t see
Dancin’ naked for the eyes of none,
Hypnotized by my own reflection, son

Easy prey, easy prey, easy prey, here to stay
Easy prey, easy prey, easy prey, here to stay
Can’t break the spell, can’t look away
Easy prey, easy prey, easy prey, here to stay

Maybe truth ain’t pretty, maybe love ain’t clean
Maybe wisdom hides in the in-between
But we keep feedin’ that hungry lens,
Like we forgot what breathin’ means

So I’ll turn down the light, step off that stage,
Let the wild wind wipe my digital face
’Cause the mirror made me, now I see —
It never really looked back at me

Mirror Made Me

“Spellshock” is a mystical dancefloor storm — a fusion of ancient magic and modern bass, designed for the bush doof wanderers who thrive beneath open skies and pulsing stars. The track paints the scene of a colossal wizard standing behind glowing DJ decks inside an enchanted cathedral that rises from the earth itself. With every drop, he unleashes waves of luminous spells that ripple through the crowd — sparks of sound, color, and energy that blur the line between ritual and rave. The bass vibrates like thunder through stone walls, while ethereal melodies swirl like incantations in the air. Every rhythm feels alive, charged with arcane electricity, summoning pure euphoria and connection among the dancers. As the tempo builds, magic symbols ignite in the sky, creating a cosmic symphony that fuses light, sound, and spirit into one powerful vibration. “Spellshock” embodies the heart of the doof — unity, mystery, and transcendence — where every beat feels like a spell being cast and every dancer becomes part of the ritual. It’s not just a track — it’s a sonic awakening, a moment where bass and magic collide, leaving everyone under its spell, glowing, free, and alive in the rhythm of the universe.

Spellshock

Synesthesia Highway

It is a polyphonic song composed as an elegy, lament, or mourning song for friends who have recently passed away.

 Below is a detailed explanation of the work in three languages:

Explanation in English:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wAm8l7SfAR4KnIazIQnO0Qo-mJubp7Cd/view?usp=sharing

Explicación en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IDckYDZfVcle5LCI_MMH3U90U5DAG7qa/view?usp=sharing

Explicació en català.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/13I4_Jx1k0lBJRXdamI278gV8OAHdY1bK/view?usp=sharing

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Nouvel enregistrement d’un morceau datant de mes débuts pianistiques. Et ça m’émeut un peu

Envolée

https://linktr.ee/soundoasis
https://zare010.bandcamp.com

Lyric:

[Verse 1]
He gave me eyes that never sleep
To see you wrapped in someone's arms
While silence digs its echoes deep
And nothing protects me from your charms

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Verse 2]
He allowed me to bloom under the frost
To watch you drink from someone's flame
A garden grown and then quickly lost
While you forgot I had a name

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Outro]
But now the wind only speaks your name
A whisper of loss I can't tame

What If

Audio from my youtube vid. These etudes are a joy and challange to learn and perform 🎶😊🐸.

chopinianos v

A new song I wrote and thank you for listerning 

innocent child written by MedusaMoon c2025

A piece of music is a mentally constructed entity, of which scores and performances are partial representations by which the piece is transmitted.
(Fred Lerdahl & Ray Jackendoff)

Any tone can succeed any other tone, any tone can sound simultaneously with any other tone or tones, and any group of tones can be followed by any other group of tones, just as any degree of tension  or nuance can occur in any medium under any kind of stress or duration. Successful projection will depend upon the contextual and formal conditions that prevail, and upon the skill and soul of the composer.
(Vincent Persichetti)

Music is a system of signs composed of complex forms which may be represented by physical sounds, and which in this way mediate between mental and psychic contents. To deal with such a system, semiotics are naturally evoked. To describe these forms, mathematics is the adequate language. To represent these forms on the physical level, physics are indispensable. And to understand the psychic contents, psychology is the predestined science.
(Guerino Mazzola)

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Ramon Capsada Blanch