themes for recurring dreams

turnings

Four Days in February

Clown Audition

FrankMir

Where Did the Time Go
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Someone, tell me.
Where did the time go?
Someone, tell me.
Where did the time go?
Somebody tell me
Somebody help me
Somewhere, out there
Where can it be.
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Someone, tell me.
Where did the time go?
Someone, tell me.
Where did the time go?
Over the rainbow
Somewhere I can’t go
Locked in a memory


Where Did the Time Go

The Night Has Come

2026, February 2.
I learned only this morning with great sadness that Sonni Quick has passed away.
She fought a long battle against a terrible disease.
As many of you know, she was a great pianist and a piano teacher.
She leaves behind so much music that she wrote, all to be listened to, to remember her.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv6dycDAXCytFYvf--Njxrw
https://soundcloud.com/sonni-quick

Farewell, Sonni.

Here I’m simply reposting the theme from a piece I dedicated to Sonni toward the end of 2024.
The photo shows Sonni in her twenties: it's on her Instagram page.

In memory of Sonni Q.*

Hello, I'm pleased to share with you Mathieu Torres' new track:

"Pyrène" - an Old School Jazz track
Available on all streaming platforms on February 6, 2026
All the links are here:
https://music.imusician.pro/a/-xy00lPe/
Following "Ténéré," this is the second and final single from the upcoming album "Sanctuaire," which will be released in June.
Enjoy listening, and I look forward to your feedback.

Pyrène

A song collected from the damp earth. A realisation that softness and hurt can share a face.

Lyrics:
Do you know the hurt of your lover through glass
As your shadow approaches I wish for the past
Through the looking glass your eyes i can see
I see you clearly now although i thought it was me
Empty bottles of something you hid in a row
I wish I had known quicker but I didnt know
Your abrasive words are collected with time
You threw them my way without a care in your mind

Your sweaty hands pressed onto my fingers 
You wrapped yours round and they won't let go 
Anxiety grows and it lingers
I cry a silent echo

Do you understand my pouring green eyes
Or would you prefer to soothe me with your lies
Make believe comfort that I couldn't see through 
Patch me up with sandpaper like you always do
Am I scared for you or of your cruel sharp tongue 
When you opened your mouth you did make sure that it stung

Your sweaty hands pressed onto my fingers 
You wrapped yours round and they won't let go 
Anxiety grows and it lingers
I cry, please let me go .

Stinger

harborside BLACK BOX demo

Lullaby for a woman

Smile with teeth. Quarter Century is annoying to me

No I didn’t deface this quarter.  I found it that way

Clown Audition

OldQuietFoot