"Eternal Starlight" is a tribute to a beloved friend whose creative spirit burned bright through both shadow and light. Written in conversation with his own song "Shadows & Light," this piece celebrates the life of an artist, musician, and writer who touched countless lives with his gentle heart and boundless imagination.

Like the cosmic dance of stars being born from celestial shadows, this song weaves together the duality of his journey - from his profound artistic gifts and compassionate soul to the weight he carried. Through abstract paintings, watercolor wildlife, and stories of distant worlds, he showed us how to find beauty in the spaces between light and dark.

Though he has moved beyond our reach, his light continues to shine through every life he touched, every creature he saved, and every canvas he filled with dreams. This song is dedicated to his memory and to all those who, like him, navigate the delicate balance between shadows and light.

Lyrics:

Your canvas held both shadow and light,
Gentle soul, creating through the night.
From fractured pieces, you made them whole,
Painting beauty from the depths of your soul.
You gave shelter to the lost and small,
While bearing burdens unseen by all.

Between the shadows and the light,
You showed us how to hold on tight.
Your spirit soared through darkest skies,
Leaving stardust where your art lies.
Though shadows claimed you in the end,
Your light still shines, my dearest friend.

Brother to the broken, friend so true,
You gave your heart, though it split in two.
With every brushstroke, every song,
You built a world where we belong.
In abstract dreams and watercolor skies,
You shared your truth through gentle eyes.

Between the shadows and the light,
You showed us how to hold on tight.
Your spirit soared through darkest skies,
Leaving stardust where your art lies.
Though shadows claimed you in the end,
Your light still shines, my dearest friend.

The stars you followed through the night
Now guide us, carrying your light.
In every sunrise, every song,
Your melody still lingers strong.

Though shadows took you far too soon,
Your light still warms this quiet room.
In every painting, every rhyme,
You live beyond the bounds of time.
And where the dark and daylight blend,
We hear your voice, our timeless friend.

"Between the shadows and the light,
The stars still lead us through the night.
Through every tear and every smile,
We walk this twilight mile by mile.
And when we meet on distant shore,
Your light will shine forevermore."

Eternal Starlight

Lyrics:

Written by Emaline Delapaix  

When the light falls, and the bear sleeps. And the river grows colder, day by day.  Beneath, the creatures start to slow down, cooling blood and one last breath!  Before winter takes her hold. Ruling over all below, day by day. The cool it swallows up the earth, and lazy grey skies like blankets.  Wrap us up, and give us time to reflect. So we can rest our bones and reset.  Ooooh…  As the sun, she takes her light away. And with time the moon becomes the king, day by day. He throws his cloak, across the sky, as passing birds they swim the divide.  As a chill creeps down from the poles. Trees and flowers return to seed, day by day. The cool it swallows up the earth, and lazy grey skies like blankets.  Wrap us up, and give us time to reflect. So we can rest our bones, and reset.  Ooooh…  Geese meditate in their airstream, moving south. Hundreds of miles away. While I’m mourning the heavy weight of life. When it’s time to let go. Piece by piece, let it go. Piece by piece, let it go.   When the light falls and the bear sleeps. And the river grows colder, day by day.  The cool it swallows up the earth, and lazy grey skies like blankets.  Wrap us up, and give us time to reflect. So we can rest our bones and reset.  Wrap us up, and give us time to reflect. So we can rest our bones…

When The Light Falls And The Bear Sleeps

Emaline Delapaix When The Light Falls And The Bear Sleeps

✨ Calling Me Home is a hauntingly beautiful folk ballad infused with Irish influences. With ethereal vocals, acoustic guitar, uilleann pipes, and deep cinematic drums, this song evokes a deep sense of nostalgia, longing, and homecoming. Inspired by the timeless pull of one’s roots, it tells the story of distant memories, familiar places, and the journey back to where the heart belongs.

🌿 For fans of: Enya, Clannad, Hozier, Loreena McKennitt, The Lumineers
🎧 Genre: Celtic Folk, Ethereal, Acoustic Ballad

#FolkMusic #IrishFolk #CelticMusic #Ethereal #IndieFolk #Soundtrack #Homecoming #OrlaCallan

Calling me home

🔥 Whispers of Tomorrow - Fade: A hauntingly beautiful ballad carried by echoes and dreams.

This track flows like a whispered promise through time, blending delicate acoustic melodies, soft atmospheric harmonies, and poetic storytelling to create an experience of deep reflection and emotional connection. With a gentle, weightless energy, the song captures the feeling of longing for what was, while being guided by the echoes of love that never truly fade.

With a soft and ethereal arrangement, the song moves between past and future, its layered harmonies and reverberating chords creating an atmosphere of intimacy, mystery, and quiet transcendence. A ballad not just heard but felt, lingering in the air long after the final note fades.

✨ Let the whispers guide you. Feel the echoes. Drift through time.

🎶 Part of the Eternal Echoes collection, this song belongs to the Fade phase—where echoes dissolve into the horizon, yet their presence lingers, woven into the fabric of time.

Whispers of Tomorrow - Fade Phase of Eternal Echoes

Reprise du morceau "Lakes of Canada" du groupe de folk The Innocence Mission. 

Lakes of Canada (The Innocence Mission cover)

Thoughts
(experimental)
Exploring "Une maison"
I'm wrestling with the imagery of "Une maison quelque part." The core feeling I want to capture is a sense of longing for a place that perhaps never was. I'm focusing on crafting a narrative that feels both familiar and elusive, grounding the listener in emotion rather than a concrete location. It's a journey into imagined memories, a wistful exploration.
Delving Deeper into Memory
I'm continuing to explore the "Une maison" idea. It's becoming less about a literal house and more about the feeling of a place lost to time. The Californian light, the heat shimmering off the desert, it's all starting to weave into the music itself. The ethereal guitar, layered vocals... they're becoming the echoes of imagined children, laughter in the dust. This is turning into a personal mythology.

Interpreting EP's Essence
I'm currently dwelling on the EP's meaning, trying to grasp its core message. Considering the validated elements, I'm focusing on their implications and interconnections. The challenge is to distill the essence of the EP, capturing the emotional resonance and intended impact. I'm exploring how these elements coalesce to form a cohesive whole.
Dissecting Past and Present
I'm starting to see the "house" as a feeling, a fleeting memory of a place that might be more dream than reality. California's sun-drenched haze seeps in, a backdrop for this uncertain past. The folk-tinged music feels right, the layered vocals echoing whispers from a forgotten era. Are the children the ghosts of possibility? Or symbols of lost innocence, their laughter resonating through dusty corners?
Mapping the Unseen
I'm starting to wonder if the music is a map of a feeling, not a place. The "house" isn't a physical structure, but an emotional echo. California's light bleeds in, less a location, more a state of mind. Is this about memory, or the act of remembering? The children's laughter, are they reminders of joy lost or never found? And the songs, are they pathways to forgotten dreams?

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28/8/2011

24/12/2014

"Like every rose has its thorns,
Every devil has its horns…
So the old wives sigh—
But let’s dig deeper, love.
Let’s lie."

(Pizzicato strings mimic falling petals.)

[VERSE 1: CHORUS] (whispering townsfolk)
"In fair Verona? No, not them—
This tale’s too hot for ink and pen.
The Lover screamed, the Beauty fought…
History burns what gossip bought."

[VERSE 2: BARD] (whispering, conspiratorial)
"Oh, you’ve heard whispers—‘Beast’ and ‘rose’—
Some fable ‘bout a girl who chose
To love a monster…
How quaint.
But what if Beauty
was the saint,
And the ‘Beast’ just some poor fool,
Who traded time to play love’s tool?
The facts got stewed, the truth went sour…
Here’s the thorn beneath the flower."

[MOTIF: THE MARKET] (lively mandolin)
(BARD snaps fingers. Vendors freeze mid-sale.)
"Here’s where it starts—a smirk, a glance,
A rose tossed down in mock romance…
(Minor chord—the rose wilts.)
But this time, see the thorns bite deep—
This time, the Beauty doesn’t weep."*

[MOTIF: THE DEVIL’S WALTZ] (sinister cello)
(BARD dons a horned mask. The orchestra twists.)
"Enter our real star, slick with jest—
He doesn’t want souls…
…he wants the jest."

[VERSE 2: BARD & CHORUS] (building frenzy)
"You think you know how love turns pale?
Wait till you see true hearts fail!
Not poison’s kiss, not family creed—
But time’s own claws,
And love’s own need!"

[CLIMAX: THE FALL] (orchestra collapses into silence)
(BARD tears a page—the sound rips like a scream.)
"So toss the Bard’s old book aside…
This tale’s alive.
And hungry inside."

(Blackout. A single rose ignites in the dark.)

The Thorn Beneath The Flower

[VERSE 1: LOVER] (charmed, offering a rose)
"A bloom for the bloom at the spice-merchant’s stall—
Though it’s frail next to you, and not half as tall."
(Beat. She eyes the rose, then him, wary but amused.)

[VERSE 2: BEAUTY] (teasing, plucking a petal)
"How sweet, sir—but see how this petal lets go?
Beauty’s the same: here today…
…then it goes." (She blows it away.)

[PRE-CHORUS: LOVER] (stepping closer)
"Then let’s speak of what doesn’t decay—
Like the way you just laughed when I tripped on the tray…
*Like the crinkle here—" (taps her nose) —when you’re fighting a smile.
Those won’t fade,
Not in a hundred years’ time."

[CHORUS: BOTH] (harmonizing as the market fades)
Oh, love, let the roses all wither in May—
Let the mirrors grow dusty, the silver betray.
You’ll still be my sunrise,
I’ll still be your storm…
Perfect’s the heart
That remembers your form.

[BRIDGE: BEAUTY] (soft, surrendering)
"What if my hair turns to moonlight?"
(LOVER, kissing her hand:) "I’ll love how it scatters the breeze."
"What if my hands forget their grace?"
(LOVER, spinning her:) "Mine will remember for these."

[FINAL CHORUS: BOTH] (running into a garden)
Now let the world call us fools in the dark—
Let them measure our love by the bloom, not the bark.
(They kiss; roses cascade.)
For roots grow deeper
Than petals show…
And this is the beauty
That no one can know.

A Bloom for A Bloom

Too great her beauty! 'tis o'erwhelming;
Beneath that mask there's such dissembling:
Yes, I would have her ugly — quite —
I'd have her — yes, a perfect fright
Love her I must in beauty's bloom —
O Heaven, thy wondrous gift resume!
Even from below assistance would I claim;
So she were ugly, and my love the same

Lo! Satan at the word I see —
The sire of ugliness is he:
" Come, come, " he cries, " I'll hideous make her;
Thy fiercest rivals shall forsake her:
Changes I'm rather fond of ringing —
But here thy fair one comes, and singing!
Roses, decay! pearls, drop from out your frame!
She's ugly now, and still thy love's the same! "

" I ugly! " thunderstruck she cries,
And promptly to a mirror flies:
At first she doubts — at last, o'ercome
With terror and despair, is dumb
" I've heard thee swear I was thine all, "
Quoth I, as at her feet I fall:
" To me alone he would devote thy flame;
If uglier still, I'd love thee just the same "

Her eyes bedimmed in tear-drops melt:
What pity for her grief I felt!
" Ah! give her back her charms so winning! "
" So be it, " answers Satan, grinning.
At once, like morning freshly breaking,
I saw fresh beauties in her waking;
More striking still her loveliness became,
More striking still, and still my love the same.

Quick at the mirror her alarms
She quiets — safe are all her charms —
Though on her cheeks some tears I spy,
Grumbling aside, she wipes them dry:
And then, as Satan flits away,
The traitress, too, but stops to say,
" Since Heaven gives beauty, to love him were shame,
Who, fair or foul, still loves us just the same. "

Too Great Her Beauty

[VERSE 1: DEVIL] (smooth, circling the Lover)
"See how the candle gilds her hair?
That gold could stay… if you dare.
One soul—one kiss of my flame—
And time forgets her name…"

(LOVER stares up at BEAUTY, who smiles unaware, running a comb through her hair.)

[VERSE 2: LOVER] (entranced, desperate)
"Let the stars stall in their tracks—
Let no frost bite her flax!
Take my heart, take my breath…
Just spare her from death."

(He grips the Devil’s hand. A thunderclap. BEAUTY’s comb snags—
—her hair turns silver. Her face creases. She gasps, clutching her throat.)

[CHORUS: BEAUTY] (raw, cracking mid-note)
What’s this weight in my bones?!
What’s this dust in my— (voice breaks)—lo-ove?
(She staggers; her reflection in the window is ancient.)

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (licking the Lover’s ear)
"Oh, you fool—time’s not a stream.
It’s a noose. And now it’s…
(snaps fingers)
…tight."

(BEAUTY collapses to her knees upstairs as the Lover screams.)

[FINAL CHORUS: LOVER & BEAUTY] (intercut, shattered)
(LOVER:) I swore to love you past the end—
(BEAUTY:) Then why do I feel finished, then?
(LOVER:) Forgive me—
(BEAUTY:) —Was I not enough?
(DEVIL laughs as their voices twist into a grotesque waltz.)

[CODA: DEVIL SOLO] (cheerful, exit-music vile)
"Now every dawn’s a funeral bell!
But hey—at least she’ll never tell…
That you stole the one thing she owned:
The right to grow…
…alone."

(Vanishes. BEAUTY’s candle snuffs out. Blackout.)

Spare Her

[VERSE 1: BEAUTY] (collapsed by her window, hollow)
[INFERNAL CHORUS]
The candles drown in their own wax tears…
The mirror lies— he’s not here.
(FATHER enters, reaches for her shoulder—she flinches.)

[VERSE 2: FATHER] (gentle, then stunned)
"My child, the world has hearts to spare—"
(Sees her withered hands. Silence.)
"…God’s teeth, what’s happened to your hair?"

[PRE-CHORUS: BEAUTY] (standing, fever-bright)
"You say ‘move on’ like love’s a door—
But he’s my lungs, he’s my floor!
If Hell’s the price, then let it be…
I’ll walk its coals
—with his name in my teeth."

(She SPRINTS toward the mirror—FATHER grabs her cloak. It RIPS. She leaps through.)

[CHORUS: INFERNAL ENSEMBLE] (mocking, in rounds)
"Ooooh, look who fell for the ‘eternal’ spark!
Suicide’s just a second dark.
What’s love to us? Just flesh confused…
(Devils cackle:)
Now you’re dead
And doubly used."

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (smooth, circling her corpse)
"Darling, love’s just chemistry—
A trick of light, a sickness, see?
You’ll rot beside him, soul in pawn…
(Leans in:)
*…but oh—how fun
to watch you mourn."

[FINAL CHORUS: BEAUTY] (rising from her body, glowing)
"You fool. Love’s not yours to claim—
It’s the handprint left when you burned his name!
So cage my bones, chain my breath…
*Our love’s the hole
In your house of death!"

(The ground splits. A LOVER’S VOICE echoes from the abyss:)
"Beauty?"

(Blackout. Distant screaming—but not hers.)

Descent

[VERSE 1]
Beware the face too brightly spun,
The smile that steals the waking sun—
For beauty’s blade cuts swift and deep,
Where fools and saints alike will weep.
Oh, cursed gift! Oh, gilded chain!
To love her is to court your pain…

[CHORUS]
So let the roses choke with thorns,
Let every mirror crack with scorn!
Or else be doomed to chase the flame—
Her heart won’t love you
…just the same.

[VERSE 2]
(Enter the Lover, desperate, to the Shadows:)
"Then make her monstrous! Make her plain!
Let rot her cheek’s perfumed stain—
If ugliness could bind her tight,
I’d trade the moon for one foul night!"

[BRIDGE]
(The Shadows laugh, low and cruel:)
"We’ll twist the flesh… but not the rules—
For love that’s real won’t barter light,
Nor fear the dark…
…nor fear the sight."

[FINAL CHORUS]
So pray the stars forget your name,
Or love her true through blight or flame—
For hell or heaven, both agree:
The curse was never
…beauty’s plea.

Let The Rose Choke With Thorns

[Editors note. The original author did not complete this song, but we have reproduced it faithfully based on their written marginalia. ]

(A fiery, defiant aria with soaring highs and guttural lows—Beauty confronts the Devil in a storm-lit cathedral, her voice clashing with hellish whispers.)

[VERSE 1] (Beauty, trembling but resolute)
You took his soul on a technicality—
A "gift," you said, for my vanity.
Well, here’s my face, here’s my grace,
Rip them to ribbons, leave no trace…
But give him back his stolen breath,
Or I’ll undo your hell with death!

[CHORUS] (Orchestra swells; Devil laughs in counterpoint)
So strike your bargain, little queen—
My fires hunger, my teeth are keen!
What’s left to trade when love’s your price?
(Devil sneers:)
"Your… virtue?"
(Beauty, icy:)
"Try his vice."

[VERSE 2] (She steps forward, shedding jewels like shackles)
You want my tears? I’ve wept a sea.
You want my youth? It’s dust to me.
But he once swore—through rot or rue—
"I’d love you ugly."
…Prove you’re true.

[BRIDGE] (Devil’s voice slithers, then falters)
"What if I made him forget your name?"
(Beauty, smiling sharp as a blade:)
Then I’ll love him faceless, same as he claimed.
"What if he wakes and calls you ‘fright’?"
(She laughs:)
Then Hell’s outdone by mortal sight.

[FINAL CHORUS] (Triumphant, minor-to-major shift)
So take your contract, take your toll—
You lose. For love’s the greater hole.
Now burn his chains, and mark my blame:
I’ll walk in weeping…
…and leave in flame.

(The cathedral’s stained glass shatters—not from hellfire, but from her final note.)

Now a song were the lovers sing together and defeat the Devil because their souls are one and he can't take both.
SONG: "TWO SOULS, ONE FIRE"
(A soaring, battle-hymn duet—Beauty and Lover stand back-to-back as the Devil’s shadows writhe. Their voices weave into an unbreakable harmony, forcing Hell itself to recoil.)

[VERSE 1: LOVER] (defiant, gritty)
You whispered, "Take her face away—
I’ll love her truer in the gray."
Now here’s your flaw, your fatal cost:
You gambled Hell…
…and Love’s the ghost.

[VERSE 2: BEAUTY] (ferocious, lyrical)
You thought my curves held all my worth—
Then he loved Hell up from the earth!
So claw your contracts, gnash your lies…
Our love’s the wound
…that never dies.

[PRE-CHORUS: BOTH] (whispered, intense)
(Lover:) "One soul?"
(Beauty:) "Then make it two."
(Devil snarls:) "I OWN YOU—"
(Both, laughing:) "Oh, do you?"

[CHORUS: BOTH] (triumphant, harmonized)
Two souls,
One fire—
You’ll drown in what you can’t require.
Try to take him?
I’ll burn free.
Try to take me?
He walks with me.
(Devil shrieks as their joined hands ignite.)

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (spitting, dissonant)
"Mortal fools! My chains are law!"
(Lover, grinning:) Then break them.
(Beauty, sweetly:) We just did.
(Their voices merge into a chord so pure, the ground cracks.)

[FINAL CHORUS: BOTH + ENSEMBLE] (ecstatic, gospel-tinged)
No grave,
No pyre—
Hell’s just love
That forgot its choir!
Dig your trenches,
Stack your shame…
We’ll be loving
Just. The. Same.

Dealing with the Devil (Unfinished)

VERSE 1: BEAUTY] (whispered, trembling)
The market’s loud, but I’m a ghost in gray—
Hood pulled tight where the petals lay.
You found me here where the cherries weep,
But touch my hand, and you’ll reap what you keep.

[VERSE 2: LOVER] (gentle, confused)
“What’s this storm in your April eyes?
Is it wrinkles you fear, or the devil’s lies?”
I reach for you, but you shove me back—
Like a rose denies the sun it lacks.

[PRE-CHORUS: BEAUTY] (anguished)
“You fool—he took you! Don’t you see?
Your soul’s the cost for this rotten tree!
I’d trade my breath to undo that night…
But Hell won’t bargain with second sight.”

[CHORUS: LOVER] (fervent, crescendo)
The devil could scorch both heaven and earth—
But he never touched your light from birth.
These eyes don’t lie, love, they burn the same…
You’re the fire no curse can tame.

(A thunderclap. The Devil materializes, grinning.)

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (singsong, vicious)
“Tick-tock, loverboy—time’s up, time’s up!
Should’ve read the fine print on our cup.
Now let’s see how eternity fits…
—Oh, and darling?
Thanks for the kiss.”

(Tree branches CRACK. The Lover collapses. Beauty screams.)

[FINAL CHORUS: BEAUTY] (guttural, shattered)
You swore my soul was your guiding spark—
Now Hell’s the hound, and you’re the mark.
I’ll burn this market, I’ll salt this grove…
But the devil laughs with the man I love.

Under The Cherry Tree (Time's Up)

[VERSE 1: YOUNG] (playful, breathless)
Your laugh was my first sacrament—
No stained glass shone as bright as it.
They say, "Wait for skies of gold,"
But you were warmth when we grew cold…

[VERSE 2: MIDDLE-AGED] (worn, wonder-filled)
Your wrinkles map the years we stole—
Each line a psalm, each scar a scroll.
They preach of pearly gates above…
Darling, I’ve known them.
They’re your love.

[CHORUS: BOTH] (harmonized, simple)
Heaven was you in candlelight,
Heaven was fighting side by side.
If God asked where my worship starts,
I’d point to where
…your pulse meets mine.

[BRIDGE: OLD] (fragile, unshaken)
(He, voice cracking:) "The priest says ‘eternity’s so long’…"
(She, smiling:) "It’s just a breath since our first song."
(Both, laughing:) "Angels? Oh, we’ve met a few—
They taught us chords…
…but you taught blues."

[FINAL CHORUS: GHOSTS] (floating, unresolved)
Now Heaven’s just our old front porch,
Your hand in mine, no need to talk.
The Devil grins—we grin back too…
We’ve had our Heaven.
It was you.

(The lights fade on two empty rocking chairs, still swaying.)

Heaven Was You (Beauty's version)

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

I’m Orla Callan, a singer-songwriter from Dublin with a love for blending ethereal sounds, folk, and world music. Growing up with musician parents, music has always been my compass. I’m inspired by my Irish roots, travels, and the stories I find along the way. My songs are about exploring the world, embracing its beauty, and getting lost in the magic of sound.

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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Emaline Delapaix is an Australian singer songwriter that writes emotional, haunting and ethereal folk/pop songs for piano, acoustic guitar and celtic harp. Some say she sounds a little like Kate Bush or Tori Amos, but she also loves a lot of Scandinavian music: music that invokes the weather like storms and warm sunsets. Her lyrics explore the human condition and thoughtful themes such as mental health, mindfulness, ancestors, chronic illness, love, animal welfare, women's empowerment, travel/adventure and healing nature. After a difficult year in 2010, Emaline decided to quit her day job in Toronto Canada and moved to an isolated fixed caravan in rural Eastern Germany, close to the Polish border where she taught herself to play 3 instruments and lived for a year and half before settling in Berlin as a full time musician. Since that time she has performed over 500 shows all over Europe, UK, Australia and Canada, creating a dedicated following and becoming well known for her genuine and passionate live performances. Most recently Emaline moved to North Yorkshire after becoming chronically ill for two years with a break in music, seeking a quieter life with her Leeds born partner Lukas who also accompanies her at many concerts. Aside from music, Emaline also runs an online vintage shop called 'Wild Finds' selling wild and whimsical treasures from Germany/Scandinavia/UK, she loves foraging and herbal medicine and is also a vegan who regularly gives a % of her CD sales to local animal shelters while out on the road.

Looking for distribution and international booking agents. I am also available for paid work in electronic/other music including writing/singing.

New tracks tagged #EtherealFolk