Very short waltz for Flute and Piano Duet. This is a virtual performance ment as a Mock up (Written in Dorico and played back by Noteperformer) #flute

Short Waltz

Analog Symfo 5

If I lost you.
Would I be free?
Would I still be marking time?
Could I be me?
If I lost you.
What would life be?

If I lose you.
Along the way.
Oh, when I stop breathing, child.
Throw me in my grave.
If I lose you.
What could I do?

Oh, you stab me in the back
and I'm supposed to cry that you're leaving? 
I spent too many nights worrying over you.
You take the place above me.
You always said  I was reaching.

I'll watch my back, alright.
Going out tonight.
Find myself a girl. 
There's plenty in the world.

Oh, there's a fish.
Swimming in the sea.
Oh, the birds keep flying.
Because they are free.
If I lost you.
I'd keep on through.

Oh, we all have time.
And then we don't.
Well, I'm done with dying now.
Over wills and wonts.
If I lost you.
I'd pull on through.

Oh, you stab me in the back,
And I'm supposed to cry that you're leaving? 
I spent too many nights worrying over you.
You take the place above me.
You always said that I was reaching.

I'll watch my back, alright.
Going out tonight.
Find myself a girl. 
There's plenty in the world.

If I Lost You

In an unexpected turn of events, a desperate attempt at finding a new home has spiraled into a human catastrophe. An unknown virus from outer space has transformed the crew of the 'Pilgrim' into ravenous zombies. Now adrift in the vast expanse of space, the zombified crew aimlessly roam their spacecraft, driven by an otherworldly urge to feed on alien brains.

Zombies in Space

Palisandbox - Submission for Sandbox OST Jam hosted by LoneRabbit for Itch.IO October 2024

345: Palisandbox - Submission for Sandbox OST Jam hosted by LoneRabbit Itch.IO released October 20, 2024

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Palisandbox (Submission for Sandbox Original Soundtrack Jam hosted by LoneRabbit Itch.IO)

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Palisandbox - Submission for Sandbox OST Jam hosted by LoneRabbit Itch.IO

Foreign Klubb

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

Крипта

Storm-wet pavement,
Rain drips down her boots,
Lip-smudged vape pen,
Gasoline perfume bloom.

She rips the tape off her ribs,
Mascara streaks like roadkill oil,
Leather jacket, busted zipper,
Bike lane grin, back lane loyal.
Black lace caught on barbed wire,
Sweat-salt on her neck
Chain-hiss engine idles behind her—
Her breath ignites the dark like a fuse

Bite of copper on her lips
Anger in her knuckles rising—
The night leans in, hungry to bruise

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Foam-slick beer on the pool table rail,
He watches her cue crack bone-clean,
Jawline stubble lined with rust,
Hands nicked up from a midnight scene.
She leans in, breath like molten sugar,
Boot tip hooks his belt loop tight,
Tongue tastes whiskey off his collar—
DJ digs in his crate for a longer night

Bassline pulse runs through her back
His hand locked on her leather sleeve—
Her kick slams the speakers like a fight

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Alley steam curls up her thighs,
Tattoo ink hot beneath the tongues,
Silver chain pulled taut at her throat,
Heart beats hard between the lungs
She bites his ears, leaves a stripe,
Teeth shine violent as a flare,
Sirens smear against the skyline—
and she kisses him raw as they stare

Sweat fog dancing from floor to glass,
Exhaust desire, body to frame—
She drags the moon down by its hair

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Steel breaks steel,  they run from the crash
Candles burning, wax melts slow,
Boot heels pressed against the fractured chrome—
Her final smile blows the city to ash


Diesel Angel (Crash)

Inspired almost instantly to reword this wonderful song and learn the chords. simply God, enjoy.

Christmas time is here (New lyrics)with my beloved wife Melodie

Tremor

The Puzzling Bead

Just a Latin American cisgender man on a journey that disolves cultural and intellectual borders. Inspired by Critical Theory and guied by Musical Theory, I strive to transform social experiences and reflections into compositions that go beneath the surface, instigating creative and individual metaphorical abstraction. My music is fueled by a desire to understand the complexities of the power networkies, identity, and cultural context—themes that always resonate in my lyrics and melodies. Rooted in Latin America with a view towards the world, each song invites listeners to explore stories, question certainties, and find, in art, a form of dialogue with our time.
My affinity for linguistics manifested itself from an early age through poetry, but it was only in my late teens that it merged with the principles of musical theory, bringing musicality to my writings. This process gave rise to my first melodies, which were shaped through multi-instrumental experimentation and the first virtual technologies, incipient at this time. For 20 years, composing has been a recurring element in my life, often left aside by academic and professional commitments. Now, I have decided to make this creative practice an integral part of my daily routine.

Rust and Bloom

Tiago Oliveira