Ein Song wie eine Sommernacht – voller Fernweh, flüsternder Wälder und goldener Sterne. Inspiriert von Joseph von Eichendorffs Gedicht (1834), erzählt Sehnsucht von der stillen Kraft der Träume und dem Wunsch, einfach aufzubrechen. Zwischen Posthorn und Mondschein, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – ein musikalischer Spaziergang ins Herz der Romantik.

A song like a summer night – full of longing, whispering woods, and golden stars. Inspired by the poetry of Joseph von Eichendorff (1834), Sehnsucht captures the quiet power of dreams and the urge to escape. Between distant horns and moonlit gardens, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – a musical walk into the heart of romantic yearning.

Sehnsucht

Wronged

Szept wiatru

A slow-burning, intimate confession from the perspective of a man who loves through possession and pain. Acoustic-driven and darkly poetic, The Sadist explores the sacred violence of surrender, devotion, and emotional dominance. Calm, spiritual, and quietly terrifying. Inspired by the writings of Avsolen.

The Sadist

You walk forever guarded
your eyes mistrust the light
Not every sound is danger
not every hug a fight

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone carries hate
Sometimes a silent gesture
holds more than fear or fate

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You breathe like one defending
a blow that won’t return
Stillness can be an answer
though hard for you to learn

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You hardened from the bruises
but not all hands intend
Some only want to linger
without the need to bend

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

Lower your guard—just for a breath
let the wind brush past your name
Fear may not leave overnight
but you might see peace... remains

Lower Your Guard

écoute ton coeur

our hearts have been untrue

A love letter from an plane describing the beauty of below. How beautiful this world is ...we need to be reminded over and over...Transcendent Perspective: How aerial consciousness reveals the Self's wholeness - seeing all aspects of existence as interconnected and beautiful. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung" Chapter 8 The Self

Whispers from a Moonlit World

Darling, I'm on the Cessna one seven two Skyhawk
It's noisy inside the cabin, so I'll write this down
We are descending from the heavens
Below a landscape of white smooth as a baby's bottom
Snow-covered hills roll like frozen waves
Pine trees and forests stand silent
Branches laden with crystalline jewels, crystalline jewels

Icy rivers meander through the terrain
Carving paths like veins on a white canvas
They glisten beneath the moon's glow
Guiding a path through the frigid forest
A full moon rises on the horizon
She's a luminous orb casting her spell on the night
The sky's a magician wearing a deep black velvet
Cloak that wraps the globe

Wow, there among the frosted pines
Honeymoon haven from twenty years back
That little wooden log and stone cabin, walls still strong
Windows aglow beaconing eyes of amber
Looks like Mini Mouse from here
Family of deer, such ginger steps
Hooves sink into the soft, powdery snow
Their breath a misty cloud in the frozen air
They graze, the only sound
Crunching of snow beneath their feet

Snowflakes drift like a whisper
Moon's silver beams bathe the landscape
Shadows dance and intertwine with the light
Slow lovemaking between sheets of darkness and illumination
Under a blanket of lace, a blanket of lace
The vast expanse of snow becomes an ocean
A sea of shimmering ice and cold
Hills islands of praying monks
In a world of silence and beauty

Frozen waterfalls hang like crystal curtains
Falling torrents now suspended in time
Glinting icy spectacle
Can you see the solitude of the full moon's night
And can you surrender and lose yourself
In this hushed lullaby
Of a slumbering world, a slumbering world

Whispers from a Moonlit World

You thought I wouldn’t know?

We’re dancing in a world of illusions 💃🏽🎭
Smiles painted on 💄
Eyes full of stories no one dares to speak 👁️💬
Everyone wants to be seen 👀 — but only through the filter 🤳

💡 “Look at me, I’m healed! I’m spiritual! I’m aligned!”
But the louder they shout, the more I feel the silence behind it 🔇
The cracks beneath the crown 👑⚡

And then there’s us…
The ones who see behind the mask 🪞
Who feel the real behind the fake 🫨
Who mirror what others try to hide 🪩👤
We don’t do it to hurt.
We do it to heal 🧬🕊️

But most people can’t handle the mirror 🪞
Because truth requires courage 🛡️
And masks feel safer than freedom 🕸️

This one’s for the silent seers 👁️‍🗨️
The energy-readers
The frequency rebels
The ones who walk through the shadows
…without losing the light 🕯️✨

🎶 Behind the Mask – soul medicine from the #NeoVerse 🌌
#Ohana23 #TruthVibration #ProjectorPower 🦋 #ShadowWork #NoMoreFilters #HealingMusic 🧠 #RealRecognizesReal #VELVA235 ♾️

“Behind the Mask” 🎭🪞🕯️

Come in and sit down

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In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.