Ashes and Names is a heartfelt realisation set to sound, the moment when the losses stop being numbers and settle deep inside. Cinematic and epic writing gives the piece a wide, solemn space, while symphonic and alternative metal colours load that space with weight and heat, as if something is burning quietly in the chest. Progressive rock motion keeps the music from collapsing in on itself, moving like thoughts that will not stop circling back to the same faces and moments.

The tone is mournful but grand, never dismissing the courage of the souls who are gone. Themes rise up with a kind of dark radiance, carrying the feeling of a memorial that refuses to be small or forgotten. Every return of the main motif feels like another name spoken aloud. Ashes and Names plays like a sad recollection, an oath in music that says you will forever be remembered.

About the album

Ashes and Names is Movement XI of Whirl: Ukraine in Sound, an instrumental cinematic and neo classical suite with symphonic metal intensity and Eastern European folk and Balkan colour. Across 15 movements the album follows a journey from peace to war, through loss and mourning, and toward a scarred return to calm, written from the perspective of those living through aggression rather than watching from afar.

Ukraine in Sound XI • Ashes and Names

Condolences is the moment where grief is spoken aloud and shared. Cinematic and epic writing shape the movement like a formal act of mourning, while alternative and progressive metal elements give each phrase real weight, as if every chord is carrying another life on its shoulders. The darkness in the harmony is not theatrical; it matches the gravity of the losses being acknowledged.

The winds move through this heavy frame like someone reciting names one by one. Their lines answer the riffs and hits, creating a dialogue where metal provides impact and the winds provide remembrance. That exchange becomes both a testament and a kind of musical silence in which each soul can be honoured. Toward the end, the piece rises into a brief epic turn, not to resolve the pain, but to clear a path for what comes next in Rooms Gone Quiet, where the aftermath is felt in the spaces left behind.

About the album

Condolences is Movement XII of Whirl: Ukraine in Sound, an instrumental cinematic and neo classical suite with symphonic metal intensity and Eastern European folk and Balkan colour. Across 15 movements the album follows a journey from peace to war, through loss and mourning, and toward a scarred return to calm, written from the perspective of those living through aggression rather than watching from afar.

Ukraine in Sound XII • Condolences

No Side Wins turns from the battlefield to the reality that sits behind every headline: in war, every soul lost is a grave loss, no matter the flag. A strong folk presence runs through the piece, giving it the feeling of a song carried by ordinary people rather than officials, close to the ground and close to grief. The cinematic and epic elements widen that feeling into something almost hymn like, as if the land itself is trying to speak for the fallen.

Global bass touches and a singer songwriter sense of phrasing make the movement feel both modern and deeply human, not abstract or grandiose. Motifs return again and again like names being read aloud, each repetition a small act of remembrance. The music does not rush to consolation. Instead, it stays with the weight of the idea that no side truly wins, because every life taken is a permanent wound that cannot be undone.

About the album

No Side Wins is Movement IX of Whirl: Ukraine in Sound, an instrumental cinematic and neo classical suite with symphonic metal intensity and Eastern European folk and Balkan colour. Across 15 movements the album follows a journey from peace to war, through loss and mourning, and toward a scarred return to calm, written from the perspective of those living through aggression rather than watching from afar.

Ukraine in Sound IX •  No Side Wins

Losses Mount is where the cost of the conflict is counted in sound. Symphonic metal power, cinematic epic writing and progressive rock motion combine into a constant, almost breathless forward drive, as if the music is tallying loss after loss on both sides with every phrase. Alternative metal and djent tinges sharpen the edges, giving the chords and riffs a jagged, unforgiving profile that matches the reality on the ground.

Against this heavy frame, the wind instruments move like echoes of the souls being spoken about. Their lines flare up and fade, returning in fragments as if names and faces are rising through the noise for a moment and then slipping back into memory. Amid the relentless movement there are pockets that feel like a held breath, brief moments of near silence or reduced texture that play like a minute of mourning before the tension rises again and the fighting resumes. Toward the end, the epic melodic writing swells into something huge and undeniable, not to glorify the battle, but to underline how devastating its impact is. The piece keeps repeating one hard message in different forms: there is no good in wars, only mounting losses that never fully leave.

About the album

Losses Mount is Movement X of Whirl: Ukraine in Sound, an instrumental cinematic and neo classical suite with symphonic metal intensity and Eastern European folk and Balkan colour. Across 15 movements the album follows a journey from peace to war, through loss and mourning, and toward a scarred return to calm, written from the perspective of those living through aggression rather than watching from afar.

Ukraine in Sound X • Losses Mount

Snow drifts through the doorway
like it knows the way you came.
The candles flicker sideways—
whispering your name.

Every year on this frozen night
a shadow stirs the air.
I feel you in the quiet,
in the cold that isn’t there.
Your footsteps leave no marking,
yet they echo through the hall—
A memory dressed in silver
that answers when I call.

December holds its breath for you,
and so do I again.

Winter ghosts return to me
on nights the world is still.
You brush the frost along my skin—
a warmth I shouldn’t feel.
Though time has taken all we were,
your silhouette remains.
Winter ghosts come back to me
when Christmas calls your name.

The fire cracks in silence
like it’s frightened of the cold.
Your hand moves through the shadows—
a story half retold.
I see the life we dreamed of
in the frost upon the floor,
A world that held forever
but could not hold you more.

December weaves your outline
in the snow outside the pane.

Winter ghosts return to me,
the night you always choose.
You trace the edge of memory
like a song I thought I’d lose.
The world may turn to white again,
but nothing feels the same.
Winter ghosts come back to me
when Christmas speaks your name.

If only for a moment,
I feel your breath collide
with the cold that shrouds my heartbeat—
the years we can’t divide.
And though you fade at sunrise,
you never truly part—
Your echo burns like candlelight
unbroken in my heart.

Winter ghosts return to me
where night and silence meet.
You gather in the shadows
with the snow beneath our feet.
And though the world forgets your face,
I’ll hold you just the same.
Winter ghosts come back to me—
I whisper soft… your name.

Still you come…
still I wait.

Winter Ghosts

Verona mourns. A city finally awakened. Choirs, soft organ, and cinematic strings form a sacred lament — a requiem not for death, but for the love it failed to protect.

“Juliet in You” is a chamber opera in twelve scenes inspired by the eternal tragedy of Romeo and Juliet — not as a retelling, but as an inner journey. This album is not about Verona. It is about the Juliet that lives inside every soul that dares to love.

From the sleeping city to the garden after rain, this work follows the fragile path of love, sacrifice, loss, and quiet rebirth. Minimalist neoclassical textures, ambient shadows, whisper-vocals, and cinematic silence weave together a living трагедия of the heart.

This is not a story you listen to.
This is a story you feel happening inside you.

Juliet in You

Requiem for Love

He finds there is no solace as he mourns his lost love

No Solace

A song featuring the vocals of Raven Penbury.

Your Fire Still Burns (Folk Version)

A song featuring the vocals of Bobby Strickland and Kathryn Darke

Carry the Torch

[trigger warning - accident/police/death]

v - lyrics - v

right before we crashed out

I learned the truth

and ever since then

stuck on a loop 

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how 

stuck on a loop

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

remember now


I can't remember now

how the story began

I just know its cold now

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand


and though we're dead n-n-n-

and though we're dead now

and though we're dead n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand


right before we crashed o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I learned the truth

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owe

and ever since then

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I just know its cold now

stuck on a loop

stuck on a loop

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though

I can still feel your hand

feel your hand

feel your hand

your hand

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

xx

crash.loop

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

Craypoe Productions presents an eclectic collection that brings together a diverse lineup of talented guest musicians, each lending their own unique voice to the songs of Bob Craypoe. Every lyric across the album was written by Bob, who also handled full production duties to ensure the record’s cohesive sound and vision.

The sessions were recorded at Bob Craypoe’s Crackle and Hiss Studios in Stillwater Township, New Jersey—a place where raw creativity and authenticity meet. Adding a rich and unexpected dimension to the project, the strings were performed by members of the Crandon Lakes Philharmonic Orchestra, giving the album moments of orchestral depth alongside its grittier tones.

The guest list spans across genres, featuring country pickers, punk rebels, seasoned rockers, and soulful blues musicians. This mix of backgrounds creates a dynamic listening experience, with each track carrying the spirit of collaboration while staying true to the working-class stories and heartfelt grit captured in Bob’s lyrics.

At its heart, this is a testament to the power of music as a shared language—rooted in tradition yet unafraid to cross boundaries, and always grounded in the voice of the people.

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.

A rock project, experimenting with different styles and rock genres. Show me what you like.

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