A lo-fi hymnlike confessional, tender and restrained. A female alto voice, close-mic’d, half-sung and prayer-like, carries the lyrics with aching intimacy. Upright piano and faint organ provide slow, hymnlike chords, swelling gently behind the vocal. The arrangement remains sparse and reverent, every pause and breath given weight, as if whispered in the stillness of night. A quiet hymn of return, reflection, and clarity.

[Lyrics]

I was lost, and you brought me near,
Safe from swells that pull me clear.

What I longed, you kept for me;
Was standing there as sure can be.

I only had to look once more,
To keep hope and see courage soar.

Your calm has carried me through;
And echoed all I hold as true.

O Tell me now, do you feel me near?
Do you see now that I see?

I have strayed, and you've led me home,
Through nights where the bravest fall.

O true guide and my anchor firm;
My harbor of peace through it all.

I was blind, and you've let me see,
Where the shores meet the sea.

O Tell me now, do you feel me near?
Do you see what I now see?

O I was lost, and now I’m here
I was adrift, but now I’m clear

Once Lost, Now Here (My Quiet Hymn)

A hushed confessional unfolding with hymnlike poise. Intimate vocals weave through upright piano and subtle resonance, carrying a reflective, gospel-tinted lift in the chorus. The arrangement remains unpolished yet deeply emotive, a quiet testimony whispered into the night.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Reeds in a Quiet Room)

A reflective ballad carried by plainspoken intimacy and soft resonance. The voice leads with subtle phrasing and weighted pauses, each line lingering like an echo in an empty room. Minimal instrumentation supports but never intrudes, creating a spacious, unadorned atmosphere of honesty and confession.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Room of Echoes)

A bright confessional reimagined as a pop reverie = close vocals meet a rhythmic undercurrent, trading intimacy for lift without losing its reflective core. This version leans into light, modern textures while keeping the honesty and fragility of the original intact.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.

Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.
I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her
I’ll be your map when you lose your street
That lucky coin waiting under your seat
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.

I was yours all along, just out of sight.

I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Pop Reverie)

A street-parade pulse tightened for a late-night room. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-led groove while compact horns answer in sharp bursts. Press-roll pickups pull into a clean backbeat, then the band drops to stop-time before the chorus hits hard. Dry, close, and swaggering—torch mood without the lounge.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Parade at Midnight)

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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