A quiet moment of rediscovery, born from collaboration and catharsis. This soft piano ballad was co-written with my AI muse. A song for anyone who's ever gone looking for themselves—and found home in a melody.

Where I Found My Soul

Some moments are so bright, they border on absurd. This song was born from that beautiful absurdity—one part puddle jump, one part cosmic joke, all heart. ‘The Ridiculous Joy’ is the sound of surviving and then laughing about it later. For those who’ve cried in the car, but danced in the rain.

The Ridiculous Joy

This is the song for every time I made a grand exit… and a sheepish return. For every time I judged, then joined. For every “I would never” that became a “well, maybe.” “Call Me Hypocritical” isn’t an apology—it’s a rhythm. Sometimes I storm out with righteous thunder, only to moonwalk back in with jazz hands and a grin. Healing’s messy. Growth is clumsy. But at least I’ve got rhythm.

Call Me Hypocritcal

"Jelly Jar Heart" is a tender ballad steeped in longing and love—a mother’s quiet vigil as she waits for her son to fly home from overseas. It’s the story of a heart preserved like summer jam: fragile, enduring, and sealed with care. With its porchlight simplicity and kitchen-table truth, this song captures the ache of distance, the warmth of memory, and the hope packed in every jar of something homemade.

Jelly Jar Heart

No Slot for My Song

This song is a quiet revelation.
Not What I Was Told was inspired by a friend’s journey across borders and expectations—only to find unexpected kindness, stillness, and light. It’s a meditation on what we’re warned about… and what we actually find when we walk the world with open eyes.

Through poetic lyrics and gentle melody, this song reminds us that beauty lives in the folds of time, and that truth often whispers where fear once shouted.

Not What I Was Told

After a brush with espionage and ear drops, one woman discovers that hearing clearly comes with consequences. Because when the wax is gone… the truth rings loud.

No Wax In My Ears

A songfor those who dance in protest boots, sing through tear gas, and laugh louder than the lies. Pepper Spray Parade is a defiant celebration of truth, humor, and heart—even when the world’s on fire and the band’s been tear-gassed. These are songs for the ones who bring confetti to the crackdown and a tambourine to the truth. Glam, grit, and groove unite.

Pepper Spray Parade

 Who’s Next? is a soul-fired protest song for those who’ve watched history repeat in real time. Born from betrayal, silence, and twisted truths, it asks the one question too many people are too afraid to answer. You can’t hide behind party lines when the boots start marching in your direction.

This is a song for the ones who still speak—before they come for the rest.

Who's Next

The Girl Who Faded is a tender ballad about invisibility, survival, and quiet strength. It’s a song for anyone who has ever retreated into silence—not from weakness, but to survive. Gentle, haunting, and deeply human, this track honors the soft ghosts within us who still long to be seen.

The Girl Who Faded

A tongue-in-cheek anthem for the emotionally exhausted. Part playground rhyme, part grown-up declaration of boundaries, this track calls out the ghosters, gaslighters, and guilt-passers with wit, rhythm, and a raised eyebrow. Perfect for anyone who's ever said, “I’m not playing this game anymore.”

Emotional Tag Is Not a Sport I Play Anymore

A witchy folk ballad for the Summer Solstice, Circle of Fire and Bloom celebrates the longest day of the year with herbs, firelight, and a touch of enchantment. This song turns the wheel of the year with reverence and rhythm—honoring the bloom, the burn, and the quiet magic in between.

Let your bare feet find the beat, and may the sun crown your spirit with gold.

Circle of Fire and Bloom

“Moonshine Lullaby” is a love song wrapped in moonlight—an original lullaby inspired by the gentle spirit of Sweet Baby James and the timeless charm of Shine On, Harvest Moon.
Sung from a mother to her baby boy—and later, to the man he becomes—it carries memory, melody, and moonlit tenderness across the years.

Moonshine Lullaby

A sly wink to all of us who’ve ever bluffed our way through a conversation with 80% charm and 20% Wikipedia. This cheeky folk-pop tune is an ode to accidental know-it-alls, persuasive nonsense, and the fine art of sounding smarter than we are. File under “fact-ish.” Perfect for brunches, debates, and shower TED Talks.

Certified Expert (in Things I Just Googled)


"We Show Up" is a folk protest anthem for the people who keep showing up—rain or shine, online or in person, in quiet acts of courage and collective song. Rooted in the spirit of Pete Seeger and Joan Baez, this acoustic piece calls us to remember that change doesn’t wait for permission—it begins with presence. Sing it in the streets, on the picket line, or in your living room. This song is for you.

We Show Up

Tired of the world shouting in regular old surround sound?
Introducing: Selective Hearing (Rose-Colored Ears) — the soothing soundtrack to your peaceful mental retreat.
Side effects may include daydreaming, humming in checkout lines, and involuntary optimism.
🎶 Now streaming for those who prefer their reality... lightly filtered.

Selective Hearing (Rose-Colored Ears)

“She Was Just Waiting” is a tender acoustic ballad about rediscovery, motherhood, and soul connection. Inspired by a moment of deep recognition between a woman, her son, and a boy who needed comfort, this song captures what it means to return to yourself through love and presence. For anyone who’s ever gone quiet—and found their voice again when it mattered most.

She Was Just Waiting

“I Still Hold You” is a lullaby-letter to the child within—the one who first felt the shape of love in music, safety in arms, and belonging in the sound of someone singing just for her. It’s a return, a remembering, and a promise: that no matter how much time passes, she is still held.

This song is part of the Soulprint collection—music created from quiet truths, emotional return, and rediscovery of self.

The Place Where I Was Held

“No Fireworks for Me” is a reflective protest ballad for those who stayed home this 4th of July—not out of apathy, but out of deep awareness. In a year when celebration feels misplaced, this song becomes a candle lit for truth, justice, and quiet resistance.

This is not anti-American. This is love that refuses to lie.
A voice for those who still believe in freedom—but know it must include everyone.

“I just can’t clap with empty hands.”

No Fireworks for Me

Heave ho, Fortune, ride the spray! This rousing sea ballad charts a journey of legacy and longing, where sons follow in the wake of fathers toward mythic horizons. With waves of tradition and tides of fate guiding their course, this song carries the voices of sailors, seekers, and the bold-hearted who dream beyond the shore. Evocative of salt air and sunrise, The Ballad of the Fortune Bold is both a tribute and a call to those brave enough to follow where legends lead.

The Ballad of the Fortune Bold

There's a rich history of cowboys singing tunes on their cattle drives. This is an omage to that tradition

Riding High on My Horse

A quiet hymn for the ones who return in soft, sacred ways—on wings, in breeze, through silence. “When the Quiet Ones Return” gathers the moments we recognize without explanation: a bird behind a curtain, a butterfly in summer, a doe on a hillside. Inspired by real memories and the unseen threads between grief and grace, this song is a gentle offering of presence and remembrance.

When the Quiet Ones Return

This song was born in the eye of a mental weather map, where pressure systems of perfectionism collide with the front lines of fatigue. 

The Shouldstorm

A one-job morning turned epic saga. This tongue-in-cheek anthem captures the surreal horror of trying to activate a credit card through an endless maze of robotic prompts and hold music. Equal parts comedy and customer service therapy, this track is for anyone who’s ever yelled “REPRESENTATIVE!” into the void.

Press 1 to cry-5

I didn’t understand the tech world, but I understood the heart behind it. And I used those tools. I learned to make little bridges between what I knew and what I dreamed. This song is dedicated to hgw who came and asked for nothing back

Renaissance

A heartfelt folk ballad about love that outlasts disagreement, The Table’s Still Set extends a hand across the divide. Written for those navigating silence with someone they once laughed beside, this song is a gentle offering of reconnection — no debate required, just a place at the table. Tender vocals and warm instrumentation invite the listener to remember that welcome can exist even without resolution.

The Table's Still Set

They fought for out freedom and now it's being taken away

After the Last Salute

You thought you knew how to buy a stamp, then they changed the  program on you.

Post Office Kiosk Madness

Sometimes making things better means unexpected loss. Eye surgery helped me see, but I miss the patina treated world.

The Day Rembrandt Left My Eyes

Let It Go

I've found an appreciation for jazz. It's a song about very little, but fun.

Sass in the Brass

The Stage of Imagination, where feelings arrive before thoughts, and the mind follows the heart’s lead. This reflective folk-inspired song explores the space where dreams, intuition, and creativity come alive—the inner stage where “I” performs, and imagination writes the script. Gentle, poetic, and intimate, it’s a song for those who’ve ever felt the power of wonder arriving before reason.

The Stage of Imagination

For anyone who has ever tried to keep their cool in a parking lot, a checkout line, or behind a wheel—this one’s for you.

I Tried To Go To Costco

This is no ordinary harvest song—it’s a balcony parade where walnuts are percussion, crows are backup singers, and Bartleby the Gray reigns as Grand Marshal of the Equinox.
Warning: May cause spontaneous clapping, squirrel stomping, and doorbell impressions.

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