Loving Once and Lost

A small tribute to Wolfgang Palm! I didn't really put much effort into the composition and to be honest I composed it in a hurry! I didn't touch the oscillators at all and there was no change in frequency. The sound was made with the random function of this excellent virtual synth! Next time I'm going to try harder with my limited musical knowledge!

Sesion 1 - PPG Wave Mapper 2

Endless Longing is a fragile blend of felt piano and ethereal vocals, composed by Francesco Adornetto and featuring the haunting voice of Blackbird. This ambient piece unfolds like a quiet sigh — a meditation on absence, memory, and the ache of something just out of reach. Minimal yet emotionally rich, it invites the listener into a space of stillness and introspection.

Endless Longing

Meraki – The Art of Pouring Soul, Creativity, and Love into Everything We Do

Every keystroke is a breath of the soul, every harmony a reflection of pure passion. 
Meraki is born from the impulse to infuse heart into every note, transforming emotions and thoughts into sound. It’s a journey of devotion, a silent dialogue between the intimate and the infinite, where music is not just heard, but deeply felt.

Meraki

Cover picture: Albert Bierstadt, "Emigrants Crossing the Plains" (1869): an oil on canvas painting of emigrants on their way to Oregon, inspired by a fifty-wagon train of German emigrants who crossed Bierstadt's path during his 1863 expedition.

Although it is very difficult to estimate the total number of European emigrants, it is thought that from the beginning of the 19th century to the middle of the 20th century, around 30 million people left Europe for the United States.

I reworked in the last days on this not particularly original piece, whose first draft is from 2018.
Femal vocals courtesy by La Boutique Studios Dakar; harmonica by Dust Bowl - Vintage Country.
Composed by Michele Ansani (2018-2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, March 26

Their American dream *

A distant call in gentle waves,
lost between space and time.
The silence carries hidden songs,
a whisper from eternity.

Carry me away, oh gentle stream,
where no shadow lingers.
Lead me where dreams live,
where the soul hurries home.

The wind tells of old paths,
that no one dares to tread anymore.
The earth breathes silent names,
that time held in its hands.

Carry me away, oh gentle stream,
where no shadow lingers.
Let me fall, deep into silence,
where the light divides the morning.

… take me with you…
through time…

Fluss der Zeit.m4a

The violin cries the ache of scars 
Its icy echoes reach the stars 
Guitar tears through the brittle air 
A sharpened scream laid bare unfair 

Icy Strings of Fire

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This piece unfolds like a breath made visible — structured, intentional, yet deeply human in its fragility. In the opening, we see repetition rooted in the lower registers, almost mechanical yet comforting, like the steady rhythm of a clock marking each second with devotion. These patterns seem to echo the mundane rituals of life, the unnoticed beauty in routine, the sacred silence of presence.
As we move forward, a gentle escalation begins. Notes rise, one after another, reaching toward something unseen. There's a yearning here — a soft insistence — as if time itself were stretching, holding its breath. Then suddenly, the lines splinter upward: sharp bursts of high notes like thoughts breaking through stillness, or memories surfacing with urgency.
Midway through, this breath becomes restless. The motif repeats with variations, suggesting reflection, perhaps even inner conflict. The density increases, not chaotically, but like a mind trying to grasp something just beyond reach — a moment, a feeling, a forgotten truth.
Then comes the climb again. But it’s not the same as before. This time, it carries wisdom, as if the breath has learned from its own rhythm. The final ascent is quieter, more deliberate, like a farewell exhale — tender, aware of its own impermanence. And finally, the descent: a peaceful surrender, a return to stillness, where time no longer counts — it just is.
Written and composed by Jessica Bains Brown & Francesco Adornetto

A Breath In Time

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Back on the March Towards Freedom.wav

I am a 71 year old man in Minnesota.  I am still trying to get the rest of my music on here.       My YouTube.com is @RichardLOlson.  It has mostly acoustic videos on a Lyrica baby grand piano in the Atrium of North Memorial  Health  Hospital in Robbinsdale, MN where I volunteer twice weekly.  More if loved ones are there.

Now for all of the rest of details with SoundCloud on account settings..

I remember my first MIDI recording was done in Cardiff, Wales on a grand piano in a fancy restaurant near Cardiff Castle.  I have no idea what became of the file.  We stayed at the Angels Hotel opposite the charming Animal Wall of the castle.

I had the experience of virtually becoming a Minnesotan this weekend.  I have lived in Minnesota since the 1970's but have always been teased as an Iowan.  Nobody remembers anymore.  I do.

A commentator stated something about my melodies not being fully developed.  The music he commented was from the turn of the century and not contemporary.  Whatever inspires my improvisation now is more melodic in nature.

My link of links is:  fholson.cohousing.org/ARLO
On Google browsers the following are useful:  #RichardLOlson  and @RichardLOlson

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Arlo