There’s something deeply haunting and beautiful in how the piano drifts through this ambient landscape, like memories echoing through an empty train car. The pads feel like distant signals on a foggy journey, soft but constant, mirroring the poetic weight of the words. It’s not just music, it’s a quiet surrender to the endless motion of being.

Francesco Adornetto

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

Greece, an ancient, mystical, bright and dark country...no matter how many times I walk around Parthenon (which I do really often) it never gets boring to look at it. Always exciting and giving me chills each time! I hope you are enjoying your own countries too :) Cheers to that!

Mystic Land

Voici une version solo du morceau 'Rosewood'
Aussi disponible sur Bandcamp : https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/rosewood

Vous trouverez également une version alternative en collaboration avec l'excellent Jörg S ( joerxworx ) au sax que nous sommes très heureux de vous présenter.

Lien vers son profil : https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Lien vers la version en collab : https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx/rosewood-2

Impatient d'avoir vos retour ❤

Rosewood - Solo version - (Collaborative alternative version with Jörg S on Sax in description)

Hi friends, new single out now.
I hope you will enjoy it.

Big thanks!
Artwork: Pere Vilardebo Miró 

Maybe love is simply this:
giving one hand to two other hands,
smelling a golden nape of the neck
and feeling that another body responds to us in silence.
Perhaps love is simply that:
the gesture of approaching and forgetting.
Each remains himself,
but there are two bodies that merge.

Quizá el amor es simplemente esto:
entregar una mano a otras dos manos, 
olfatear una dorada nuca
y sentir que otro cuerpo nos responde en silencio.
Quizá el amor sea simplemente eso:
el gesto de acercarse y olvidarse.
Cada uno permanece siendo él mismo,
pero hay dos cuerpos que se funden.

Antonio Gala

#guitar #calm #peace #nowar #simply #stopbombinggaza🇵🇸 #stopwar #love #beauty #solo fingerstyle

simply

Hey…. Thanks for dropping by. April 21st, fresh snow on the ground that hopefully will melt off by the end of the day. Yesterday, I was out transplanting some small Lupine and Columbine plants from out of the lawn. They grew there from seed that spilt from nearby flowerbeds. I put them into a rock garden I recently refurbished. I pulled all the rocks out, dug down to get all the invasive grass roots out, and rebuilt it with a few extra rocks. After that chore, I dug up several Spruce seedlings from the Spruce trees I planted here decades ago. Those little saplings grew up under a lilac bush, so I moved them out into open areas in the backyard. They probably won’t get to be 3 feet tall by the time I pass from this mortal coil, as I am old, but I plant them anyway b/c they’ll most likely still be here when I am gone. Ha. I have been transplanting a lot of volunteer flower plants into my neighbor’s yard, from my vegetable garden in preparation for Spring planting. They find their way into the garden, by wind, bird or however, and I just let them grow, but soon there’s more flowers than vegetables, so I find them new homes. Lastly, I replaced the wonky wheel and axle assembly on my old wheelbarrow, held together by hose clamps, during a snowy day last week, with a wheel from a wheelbarrow I recently got from a pile of free stuff (junk) out on the road, that a neighbor was tossing out. The barrow was cracked, but the wheel/axle were fine. Now I am ready to roll. That is how Spring is here in the mountains…. So several years back, there was quite a large pack of dogs that would freely run around our rural neighborhood. They lived here and loved being able to roam. When I first saw them on my way to the mailbox, they did not know me, and several dogs growled at me. (Rightly so.) Ha. It was a standoff moment for sure. So I just laughed at them. They were not anticipating that. So from then on, we’d have some fun whenever I saw them. Most of those dogs have died over the years. It was sad to see them go. So I included them in this song. I hope you like it. Mark

Going To The Dogs

Stoiker Bleiben

My latest composition with vocals, piano, bass, percussion, erhu and synths. 
Mastered by my lovely Sander. 😊❤️🎶❤️

Not A Moment Too Soon

Please note: Didgeridoo samples by Jeamland!

The Earth Love II

Wild Nothing

Metallic mix of 'Organic' (2nd page) https://soundcloud.com/user-146692255/organic?si=9d2d4a113ff6440b89c70f67bde8470b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

image: 'Angel of the North' statue by Antony Gormley in Gateshead, England. (c/o Pinterest)

INORGANIC

Coffe And The Dog

The train to nowhere has no end
As far as you can see around the bend
There always is another curve
Another chapter to the story
So we can continue to pretend
Not to see how our story ends

We try so hard to never see
The end of tracks go on endlessly
We hear them rumble beneath our feet
We feel the sway in perfect time
An effect for every cause we find
Creates our end in harmony

A life of storms with wind and rain
Teaches us to weather pain
There is no sense to lie and blame
Hardships on bad timing
The train that I am riding
Is my story just the same

The Train To Nowhere

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

The Train To Nowhere

Sonni Quick

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