EDIT 2025-07-16: I am very happy to announce that thanks to this piece I won first place in this competition! 😍🥂🥳

EDIT 2025-07-07: I reuploaded track because I've messed a little in "original" part. Now "my part" is much more different from the original

No AI was involved in creation of this track.

Track made for Spitfire LABS Discord competition.

At the beginning (up to 0:18) and at the end (from 2:23) – a short fragment of the theme song for the AppleTV+ series "Severance" by Theodore Shapiro which can be heard in its entirety at the link below. I highly recommend it! The opening credits of this series, as well as the entire series, are worth seeing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmS3m0OG-Ug
Yes, I know, I've bite off more than I can chew, but whatever... I guess it's worth tackling such a great and catchy musical theme ;)

The idea was to "Write a short piece (1-2 mins) that starts with a recognizable melody in it’s original form, and then take that melody and reinvent it in your own style. Use one or more of the first 10 LABS packs that were released for this, but feel free to incorporate any other tools you’d like."

To made this track I used:
Ableton Live 11 Standard
Spitfire LABS Libraries:
(Original Theme)
Soft Piano
(Reimagined Theme)
Amplified Chello Quartet
Strings
Electric Piano
Intimate Piano
Lap Steel
Wurli
Beside LABS I used:
Strezov Diamond Jazz Trio Freebie
and two MIDI loops (both from Ableton Live packs)
Gravity Werks Kit - 105 bpm and
Shaker Chance 126 bpm

Severed ("Severance" Theme Reimagined for Spitfire LABS competition)

Chris Junos is an electronic musician from Alexandroupolis, Greece, whose work blends IDM, soundscapes, and Balkan/Mediterranean influences, recorded live in a DAWless studio, reflecting a niche but growing trend in authentic, hardware-based music production supported by a 2023 study in the Journal of New Music Research on live recording’s emotional impact.

The album title nods to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, whose mythological ties to Cyprus and cultural fusion with Near Eastern deities (documented in 8th-century BC orientalization per Wikipedia’s Aphrodite entry) may inspire Junos’ cosmic-themed artwork and ethereal sound, challenging the Western-centric view of Greek mythology as isolated.

Aphrodite's Chill

Ejecta

Somnum Caeli

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Vocals https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents

Production https://soundcloud.com/rizlix


Here's a collab with the soundcloud legend https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents


You can hear his original work here;

https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/i-like-to-sample-old-drums




Couch King Presents x RiZLiX - This One Goes

What was that man dreaming of, the one who played the saxophone the other night? When he finally wakes up, we’ll ask him – though it’s unlikely he’ll ever reply. And if by any chance he were willing to answer, he might say: "Nothing that I can remember, because nothing ever happens in my dreams."

This is the second in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short, and deliberately inconclusive tracks, assembled by combining new ideas with reworked older material, adding parts and sounds along the way. 

Part 1 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-1-night

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025) (a partial remake of this: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/johans-aceleration-check-the-description).
Female vocals courtesy of Function Loops.
Ambient and radio sound effects sourced from Pixabay.
Posted on SoundCloud: August 2, 2025.

In case nothing happens - part 2 (dawn)*

"New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings." - Lao Tzu

"It's strange, but true, that the most important turning points of life often come at the most unexpected times and in the most unexpected ways." - Napoleon Hill

A weekend improvisation, dedicated to the turning points in our lives that often show up unexpectedly, after heavy, difficult times.  As you listen to this piece, you will hear the "turning point" emerge in the music around the 3:22 mark.

A companion piece to "Starting Again."

The Turning Point

Stillness is not silence; it is unspoken intimacy, a breath that touches without weight. Memory hums softly in rhythm, and names melt into light before being spoken. Between thought and feeling, there is a space where gravity forgets, where the sky folds inward and time exhales. In that stillness, everything takes on meaning.

Somnum Caeli

Soft Giant