This piece opens with a gentle warmth, its harmonies flowing like a serene stream under soft light. Rooted in A-flat major, it delicately balances serenity and quiet strength, with each phrase thoughtfully shaped to evoke introspection.

The tender yet purposeful melody weaves seamlessly through a subtle accompaniment, creating moments of poignant stillness and heartfelt resolution. Embracing simplicity, the composition allows the emotional depth of each note to shine, while gentle modulations trace a narrative of reflection and quiet hope.

Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by @a7-recording-studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Prelude in A-flat major

🎵 Title: A Fireside Fairy Tale
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:17
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Jazz / Lounge Jazz / Smooth Jazz / Remix / 
🎧 Mood: Christmas, Romantic, Nostalgic, Magical
🎬 Video:

📝 Description

Imagine the sound of a perfect Christmas Eve, captured in a timeless jazz trio. This is it.

This track is a warm, intimate jazz reimagining of the original "Christmas Fairy Tale":

https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/christmas-fairy-tale-fun-magical-romantic-christmas-new-year-orchestral-jazz

At its heart lies the velvet touch of a grand piano, the soulful hum of a double bass, and the gentle whisper of brushed drums. It’s the feeling of a cozy hug by the fireplace, blending sweet nostalgia with pure holiday magic.

This is more than music — it's the soundtrack for your most cherished memories. Press play to unwrap your Christmas fairy tale.

🎼 Key: Es-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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A Fireside Fairy Tale

I wrote a proof once
In the margin of an old book
It held
It sang in silence
I solved a riddle no one posed
But someone should have
And the page
Bent to my will

I was on a train
Between Oxford
And existential despair
Light flickered. Ink cracked
My coffee spilled
Still, logic marched in perfect rows
Shining
Afraid to be alone

But the margin
Too narrow
For voices like this

I drew your outline
In the corner, soft and hidden
Lines too gentle for names
Wrote a vow, never signed
A plan with no axis
And the paper
Tensed beneath my wanting

Under the station's hum
I footnoted everything I didn't say
Margins full of detours
Echoes of maybe
Each heartbeat struck
A chord I never dared to play

What if the page could break open?
What if the lines ran wild?
Not neat. Not safe. Not approved
But real
Bleeding past every edge

Because the margin
Was never enough
Not for this voice
Not for us

Tear it out
Let the ink run free
We'll write where no lines go

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Is the chaos inside us inevitable, or can we silence it by simply existing?

Dancing in the Psychedelic Monkey Museum

Out Fishing

Purgatory

Summer’s almost over, so we thought another track with the right vibe was needed. 🔊💃🏻🕺🏻
This one’s a mix of electro, synth pop and house, high-energy and uplifting, with a touch of happy chaos. It’s actually based on a true story of heartbreak from last summer, but spoiler alert: if you listen through to the end, you’ll find out it has a happy ending.😊
It’s Valerio’s story (yeah, our drummer!), and yes, they’re still together and doing great. Expect some wild vocals and crazy guitars on this one. 
Turn it up and enjoy!😉🫶

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on August 29, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

You left your bracelet on my sink
Still smells like you, like smoke and pink
I never asked you where you’d go
I just played dumb, like I didn’t know

And now I’m running past the same old bar
Same beat, same street, same broken car
You’re not there but the echo is
And I still taste your midnight kiss

I’m back where you left me
Same song playing, same sky empty
Thought I moved on, but I still check
Every face in every set
I’m dancing hard but barely breathing
Still back where you left me

Your friends pretend they don’t recall
But they smile weird when I say it all
You wore my shirt, slept in my head
Now you’re just lines I never read

And I don’t blame you for the fade
We lit too fast, we burned, we strayed
But every drop in this refrain
Still whispers you behind the rain

I’m back where you left me
Same beat spinning, lights all messy
Tried new drinks, tried new names
Still end up playing the same games
I’m laughing loud but barely breathing
Still back where you left me

No drama, no tears, no final fight
You just faded like the bass at night
Left a note I never found
Just silence wrapped in club sound

I’m back where you left me
Same crowd, same night, same memory
I change the station, change my hair
But somehow you’re still there
I’m moving on but never leaving
Still back where you left me

I'm back where you left me
All alone

Back Where You Left Me

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Written in honor of my son Isak. He started playing the trumpet @ the age of four ... and I wrote this for him to play. 

Unfortunately, when he was supposed to play it along with his teacher William S. @ a parent gathering, I messed up. I had two copies of the notes... I must've given them the wrong one.

They still played!

I am so proud of my son. Then and now.

To Isak

Thank you for >1 million streams 🙏 Royal supplier of music to HRM Queen Ameenata Koita. I create healing and hypnotic music in the Earth House genre - think ambient/electronica/new age with a lotta love, mantras and world instruments. 
I have studied psychoacoustics, so you may expects ASMR, and don't be surprised if my music takes you on a trip to outer - or inner - space.

To Isak

mAncient