"Manhattan Blues" paints heartbreak through New York City's lens. Neon signs, rainy streets, and fire escapes become witnesses to a love story's end. Through vivid urban imagery - thunder cracking over taxi engines, Chinese takeout boxes like tombstones, and subway rumbles below - the song creates a cinematic journey through familiar places turned strange by absence. Each streetlight and alley holds memories of what was lost, while the city itself becomes both backdrop and character in this tale of love and loneliness, where even Manhattan's sleepless energy serves to emphasize the void left behind.

Manhattan Blues

"My World Died" captures the devastating aftermath of loss, where the world continues turning while someone's personal universe collapses. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, it explores the disconnect between ordinary life continuing and the internal apocalypse of heartbreak. The song builds from intimate pain to powerful revelations about grief and isolation.

My World Died

"Behind the Smiles" examines the contrast between curated public faces and private struggles. Through intimate verses and revealing choruses, it explores how we present perfection while hiding our truths. The song touches universal experiences of maintaining appearances while dealing with inner battles.

Behind The Smiles

"How Will I Survive" is a devastating exploration of love's aftermath, where pain and hope collide in raw confession. Through building intensity and unfiltered emotion, it traces the journey from breathless desperation to fragmenting pleas. The arrangement mirrors this descent - starting with intimate piano and building to powerful crescendos that support the growing anguish in the vocals. Each verse cuts deeper, while keeping that crucial thread of hope in the repeated "come home" that makes the suffering even more poignant. The song creates an immediate emotional connection through its direct, personal approach, leaving listeners with a haunting sense of both loss and longing.

How Will I Survive

A late-night torch cut with teeth. A smoky alto rides a piano-driven groove and firm backbeat while the band drops sharp, syncopated hits. The feel leans jazz and blues with modern neo-soul color, staying focused and intimate—no frills, just tension, space, and payoff. If you like moody storytelling with a clear hook and a touch of swing-edge attitude, this one’s for you.

[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 (Jazz with Teeth)

A torch-tinged vignette that moves in scenes—quiet confession into sharp lift, then a final, late-night glow. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-first groove while the band answers in tight bursts. The feel leans jazz and blues with modern neo-soul color and a hint of retro warmth—space, tension, and a chorus that lands clean on the downbeat.

[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 (My Mini Rhapsody)

A torch-tinged cut built for movement—quiet tension into sharp lift, then a clean hit on the downbeat. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-first groove while compact horns answer in quick bursts. The feel blends jazz and blues with a modern snap: space where it counts, grit where it matters, and a chorus that lands hard without going lounge or pop.

[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 (Swinging Grit)

A tight, late-night tango with teeth. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-led habanera while the band answers in sharp, one-bar bursts. Space in the verses, a clean stop-time into the chorus, and a downbeat slam that keeps it noir—not lounge. Dry, close, and built for replay.

[LYRICS]

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 (My Tango Night)

Dash Cartography

Music takes me to new worlds. Life is the best teacher. Writing about life is a challenge and experience is what guides me. Loves, pains, disappointments, sadness, joy, despair, hope, melancholy, happiness, all these feelings burn in my veins and make me create.
You all welcome to follow my journey.

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.

New tracks tagged #piano-led