I understand you perfectly. The cold is not my thing either. Spring is about to arrive. Beautiful song!

Oh wow this is amazing! So peaceful and relaxing 😌🩶

Today is that kind of day here: rain pelting against the window.  But we are much closer to spring now than we were.  I'm READY.  Thank you for this beautiful musical reminder of the turning of the seasons.

such a beautiful piece Love the delicate and inspiring orchestration backing your piano  Sublime!!

Lovely and reflective music, and the track note contains much wisdom--don't wish your life away waiting for the warm and sunny day.  Enter into the day at hand and see what music it has to offer.  In this case a movingly beautiful thought.

@studio-little thank you. I have trying go learn how to mix. It's been fun. I used to have sound engineers that did all that, but since most everything now is home recorded I needed to try to learn. I found that I enjoy doing it. ❤

"Oscillations in Green" is a hypnotic soundscape that pulses with life, blending jazz, classical, and electronica into a seamless journey through the Sierra Juárez. Anchored by a thumping kick and guitar-forward melodies, it evokes the swaying pines and mountain breezes of Capulálpam de Méndez. This track is an ode to the vibrant connection between sound and nature, where every note feels like a breath of fresh air amid the timeless rhythms of the forest.

Oscillations in Green

I believe that interstellar communication using quantum entanglement will be realized in the future, so I created this by imagining what future dialogue would look like. I hope that we will be able to communicate with extraterrestrial life forms and that the universe will become a peaceful world.


Deep ambient with Violin Synth(Roland SY-300) and Superego
Enjoy!

The Resonator of  souls -interstellar communication using quantum entanglement

Something we all need in order to feel more centered, more close to our inner soul.
Just close your eyes and let me take you with me in this beautiful spiritual trip :)
Here is a video we made with this music.
You can check if you like :) Thank you 😉 
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ca_JmikRpC4

Meditation

This music has be been edited and mastered from an upload several years ago that needed new light shined upon it.  I hope you enjoy.

Someone Time Forgot (remastered)

A diminutive woman in her 7th decade, Laurie is a dynamo of personality and energy living an outsized life as she still works, loves to travel, and when home, playing in our church band as a guitarist and sharing music as a multi-instrumentalist.  She is also a personal hero in how she powered through chemo, invasive surgery, then radiation to arrest the progress of a rare cancer.  She would tell you it was by the Grace of God, but I would quickly add He worked in concert with her faith and "joie de vivre" of which she has an abundance.  Not knowing what to give her for her birthday and Christmas (a month apart), I gave her a song with her band nickname as the title.  For you, "Laurie Lou" my dear friend, guitar sister, and bandmate:)

Laurie Lou

A pleasure to work again with FMT.
FMT mix - 
https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/let-me-hear-about-you-in-ambience-with-the-windscale-blues-experimentlong-ver?si=fa388ddd50224f8aa461e143a5cbcee8&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Pic: painting of The Salt Cellar boulder formation on Derwent Edge. (Artist Dave Akehurst)

The Furico Music Team / WBE -  'Let Me Hear About You In Ambience' -[Stone Mix]

08 - 01 - 25 - 2

I was looking out my front window the other day, getting ready to warm up my fingers to play my piano. I sat there watching the weather. It was cold and windy. It wasn't a day that invited you to go outside and enjoy the day. It was January, and springtime with green leaves and flowers were a long way off. I am not a cold weather person. I hibernate in the winter, and don't leave my house unless I have to. As I sat there I started to play a melody with my right hand, and this is the music I recorded that day. If you listen, you will hear the weather - wind, rain, thunder and birds that give you hope and beauty that Spring always follows Winter - every single year. Year after year after year. It doesn't ever get out of order. So I tell myself, "Be patient. Don't wish your life away. It goes by fast enough without wishing Spring were here already." I sigh, and go back to creating music.

Whispers On The Wind

It would have been yet just another Fall. But, (wait for it!...) it wasn’t. 
I wish I took you by the hand, and off we walk towards the down of the imaginary cobblestones of… Here seems I’ve stumbled for a bit. Wait, was it London? Edinburgh? It is obviously there, but not as ‘being there’. It was the darkness of the city night, that clearly I remember. The Darkest hours, passed out, possessed and taken by the fear of being uncovered, shelled to the concrete and bare ground. 
And there was some old lake, the banks were steep, the bench was all that high, the waters still and, maybe, deep. If, say, shall we consider fighting on the beaches. Alas, reluctance is that childish trick — to face reality, to hide behind a cupboard, imaginary cluttered, clinched, clichéd.
 
It might have been the very birth of Autumn. 
But wasn’t it the time, when things just fallen down on you, poor you, shrugged-shabby, semi-conscious. As if your ragged mom just splash-ejected you, ejaculating in the outer-void against the prickly-spiky-thorny manger — asphalt, cross-spitted fishy floor (God bless!...), some market, on some dark November morning. Poor you, oh, Lord thee Prickly-Spiky-Thorny — your tea shall be arriving any moment, if you please! 

It might have been all topsy-turvydom, oh lucky you, but it completely wasn’t. 
Instead it was… Or was it silence for a half an hour in sleepy, tidy heaven? 
(your tea and papers just arrived, Your Lordship, mind you crack the seal?). 
Was it the garage sale of seven broken trumpets, fridge magnets and the ancient brazen censers. A pretty gentleman, one Eleazar The Priest. Tweed, toady-tight, who cufflinks wore to dinner.

And there was She, this story’s all about her. 
In quiet radiance, still holding breath, my narratives untold. I wish I’d be a blackbird, not the Prickly-Spiky, self-appointed lord. I’d follow her to very distant shores. I’d be her pet, her drunken sailor, fridge magnet. Her whimsical but own and gentle wag. Hold! Not to breeze, just keep the visions glowing, lighten my path, whispering that ancient lore.
I wish I’d relish jelly-drunken nights right from her toe, until the day I’d be no more. 

It’s definitely the spark of yet another, this time, final journey. Come, step aboard, my Majesty and, please, enjoy the ride. Can’t wait to see our destiny — coiled in the early light, unfurling grace and banner, paw-in-paw, look, isn’t it all a sheer delight?         
Strung taut with quiet, almost palpable desire to break the stillness, 
    rise with winds, 
           sky is the limit 


In Love’s Quiet Radiance: A Glimpse of Reverie

Ancient Skies

"Morning Glory" along with a relevant Bible verse: "Morning Glory" "Each new day is a gift from God, a chance to start anew and give thanks for the blessings in our lives. This track, 'Morning Glory,' represents the beauty and wonder of each morning, and the opportunity to express gratitude for all that we have." Bible Verse: "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." - Psalm 118:24 (NABRE) Keywords: 1. #InstrumentalMusic 2. #ChristianMusic 3. #MorningInspiration 4. #Gratitude 5. #Thankfulness 6. #Faith 7. #Hope 8. #Joy 9. #Peace 10. #Love 11. #KeyboardMusic 12. #BellsAndStrings 13. #CatholicMusic 14. #InspirationalMusic 15. #UpliftingMusic 

Morining Glory-dolby atmos

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! 

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