Suspended Fugue is a quiet meditation in sound, shaped by stillness, fragility, and hope. Each fugue is written for a single instrument, with different pieces featuring church organ, piano, cello, viola, or violin. Moving in a very slow tempo, the music allows each tone to breathe and linger in space. Created after my stroke, these pieces are meant to offer rest, reflection, and healing a calm and suspended space where the mind may grow still and the heart find peace.

Suspended Fugue IV

Juntos, siempre juntos
Together, always together

Retratos

Juntos

It feels nice to simply play a phrase and follow where it leads. There's a freedom, if you let go of wanting something out of it.

Music from a Man

Music From a Man

sarvatmanaha manogatat richaha kendrat
richaha saranthu lokartham sarvamanava manase
diptihi samayathu bhumao

sarvatmano hridayagatat premakendrat
prema purassarathu naranamm hridayeshu
kalki atma mahatmacha bhumau punahatishtathu

yatra devasya sankalpo bhavati tasmat kendrat
parama gatirnayathu dhiyo naranam
yad rishayo vidanthi kurvanthi cha

yamtcharanthi jatir naranam
tasmadavarohatu visvaprema pranalika
ayathu rupaam apanudatu mrityum sada
kantihi prema cha saktischa
samasthapayathu bhumau pranalika

Bhairavinatha

Cuando nuestros versos convergen en palabras como amor, cárcel, exilio y libertad. 
Dedicado a Miguel Hernández y César Vallejo, poetas hermanados por el dolor y la esperanza. Sus poemas son el mejor testimonio de la defensa de valores esenciales como la libertad y la solidaridad humana y espejo de las convicciones más íntimas que alimentaron en ellos la esperanza de un mundo más justo y solidario.
When our verses converge on words like love, prison, exile, and freedom.
Dedicated to Miguel Hernández and César Vallejo, poets united by pain and hope. Their poems are the finest testament to the defense of essential values ​​such as freedom and human solidarity, and a reflection of the deepest convictions that fueled their hope for a more just and compassionate world.


El viaje a ninguna parte

Versos en convergencia

pre escucha de tres temas que son parte del disco Fugar con Juego, a salir en 2026.

9 Calle Yrupé

15 Policromatica

2 Gestos

Ecos de tu vida,
a retazos me llegan,
pálido reflejo del pasado.

Echoes of your life,
reach me in fragments,
a pale reflection of the past.

Foto de la iglesia de mogarraz, pueblo de la sierra de Salamanca. La iglesia tiene cuadros pintados a partir de fotos de lugareños que habitaron el pueblo en el pasado.

Photo of the church in Mogarraz, a village in the Sierra de Salamanca. The church has paintings based on photographs of locals who lived in the village in the past.

Ecos

“Desgarrada la nube; el arco iris  
brillando ya en el cielo,  
y en un fanal de lluvia  
y sol el campo envuelto.  
Desperté. ¿Quién enturbia  
los mágicos cristales de mi sueño?  
Mi corazón latía  
atónito y disperso.  
...¡El limonar florido, 
 el cipresal del huerto,  
el prado verde, el sol, el agua, el iris! 
 ¡el agua en tus cabellos!... 
 Y todo en la memoria se perdía  
como una pompa de jabón al viento.” (A. Machado)

“The cloud torn apart; the rainbow
already shining in the sky,
and the field enveloped in a lantern of rain
and sun.

I awoke. Who clouds
the magic crystals of my dream?

My heart beat
astonished and scattered.
...The flowering lemon grove,
the cypress grove of the orchard,
the green meadow, the sun, the water, the rainbow!
The water in your hair!...
And everything in memory was lost
like a soap bubble in the wind.” (A. Machado)

Soñando caminos

Como una pompa de jabón al viento

Sometimes I like to play themse a dark private detective movie with subtitles

Nordic Noir

"Origen no es solo un punto en el mapa,
es raíz que en silencio me nombra.
Es la voz de mi tierra en la sangre,
y el eco de quienes me forman.

Llevo mi origen como bandera invisible,
no pesa, pero siempre sostiene.
Porque en cada paso que doy hacia el mundo,
mi principio camina conmigo, firme."

Origin is not just a point on a map,
it is a root that silently names me.

It is the voice of my land in my blood,
and the echo of those who shaped me.

I carry my origin like an invisible flag,
it weighs me down, but it always sustains me.

Because with every step I take into the world,
my beginning walks with me, firm."


Fugaz

Origen

Sitting by the river

"Ícaro
Como un pequeño dios
Desafiando al sol
Y ahora yo
Que soy joven gorrión
Y quiero el nido abandonar
Y aunque a veces me asuste volar
Lejos del cobijo de un hogar
Sé que habrá un viento cálido más
Para dejarme llevar"  (Presuntos Implicados)

"Icarus
Like a little god
Defying the sun
And now I
As a young sparrow
And longing to leave the nest
And though sometimes I'm afraid to fly
Far from the shelter of home
I know there will be one more warm wind
To let me go" (Presuntos Implicados)

Senderos

Ícaro

“I
Salen los niños alegres
De la escuela,
Poniendo en el aire tibio
Del abril, canciones tiernas.
¡Que alegría tiene el hondo
Silencio de la calleja!
Un silencio hecho pedazos
por risas de plata nueva.

II
Voy camino de la tarde
Entre flores de la huerta,
Dejando sobre el camino
El agua de mi tristeza.
En el monte solitario
Un cementerio de aldea
Parece un campo sembrado
Con granos de calaveras.
Y han florecido cipreses
Como gigantes cabezas
Que con órbitas vacías
Y verdosas cabelleras
Pensativos y dolientes
El horizonte contemplan.

¡Abril divino, que vienes
Cargado de sol y esencias
Llena con nidos de oro
Las floridas calaveras!” (Federico García Lorca)

“I
The children come out joyfully
From school,
Filling the warm April air
With tender songs.
How joyful is the deep
Silence of the alley!
A silence shattered
by laughter like new silver.

II
I walk toward the afternoon
Among the garden flowers,
Leaving on the path
The water of my sadness.
On the solitary hill
A village cemetery
Looks like a field sown
With grains of skulls.
And cypresses have blossomed
Like giant heads
That with empty eye sockets
And verdant hair
Pensive and sorrowful
Contemplate the horizon.

Divine April, you come
Laden with sun and essences
Fill the flowering skulls
With nests of gold!” (Federico García Lorca)

La voz quebrada

Canción primaveral

Canción primaveral

Original Music by Michael Lauer
(Piano Instrumental)
Thanks for listening 🙂

"Hand in Hand"
© 2026 Michael Lauer
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"Hand in Hand" ♫

“Monetary Confinement” is a collection of songs that range from introspective to unserious and fun. Some tracks sit in a slower, more reflective space, while others lean into heavier, more energetic rock, with touches of blues and Latin rock woven in along the way.

Written, performed, and produced entirely by me, this project is a fully independent effort from start to finish.

Where Does the Time Go?

Those Nights

Desde muy joven, componer música  instrumental al piano ha sido mi pasión y razón de ser.
La familia, los recuerdos de la niñez, la naturaleza, poemas de grandes poetas son mi fuente de inspiración.
Mis referentes son grandes músicos como George Winston, Kostia, Paul Halley, Rodrio Leao o Lito Vitale y grandes grupos como Paul Winter Consort o NightNoise. 
Como músico amateur, compongo porque es mi manera de expresar sentimientos y emociones a través de la música.
Espero que te gusten y te hagan sentir algo cuando las escuches. ¡Gracias!

From a very young age, composing instrumental piano music has been my passion and reason for being.

Family, childhood memories, nature, and poems by great poets are my sources of inspiration.
My influences include great musicians like George Winston, Kostia, Paul Halley, Rodrigo Leao and Lito Vitale, and great groups like the Paul Winter Consort and NightNoise.
As an amateur musician, I compose because it's my way of expressing feelings and emotions through music.
I hope you enjoy them and that they evoke some emotion in you when you listen. Thank you!

Independent ambient composer.
No promotion services please. I do not buy playlists or marketing.
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Ambient & drone music created to heal and relax. After a stroke with 10 infarcts and apraxia, I compose to soothe mental fatigue and invite calm, focus, and mindfulness. Music for healing, rest, and inner peace.

Maine jazz, classical, roots, rhythm & blues pianist. Accompanist, keyboards, special band projects, musical theater, composer, & teacher. Let's talk music.

Biography 
I studied piano from 5 years old. Composition from 15 years old. 
I studeid under prof.miyoshi keiji,the professor of hiroshima university and tokunaga 
takashi,same. 
I won prizes such as 24th tiaa composition competition minister prize,4th youg composer`s 
composition competition that was held by hisaishi jo finalist,3rd k composition competition 3rd 
prize.  
I `m a member of contemporary music society. 
I  love hindu mysticsim and philosophy. And I wrote many work under such line of esteric 
philosophy. 
I have a passion to express my philosophy and emotion. 
Thanks for participating to roma prize!!

Hello and thanks for stopping by ♫
These are some songs I've written\performed and wanted to share.
Hope you Enjoy 🙂

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