At The Neighbor's Fence

"In Thoughts of All Those We Love" - A quiet musical tribute — composed for piano, cello, clarinet, and orchestra.

The piano opens gently, like an inner reflection. The cello responds with deep warmth, a voice drawn from memory. The clarinet adds a touch of light — a fragile spark between sorrow and solace. The orchestra unfolds with restraint, offering space and support, never overwhelming.

This piece is a tender greeting to those who have shaped our lives — near or far, present or remembered. A soundscape that doesn’t seek closure, but carries us forward. Between loss and connection, music emerges that remains.

In Thoughts Of All Those We Love

🎶 "Like the Gentle Wind at Dawn" 
A breath of light and sound awakens—piano and cello greet the day with delicate gestures. Clarinet and oboe brush the dusk, lending the melody warmth and wistfulness. Gradually, the strings unfold, until the full orchestra blossoms in radiant beauty: a sonic landscape filled with peace, hope, and natural grace—like wind silently sweeping through the morning twilight.
This music does not speak, it breathes.
Not a beginning, but an awakening.
A sound like wind — invisible, gentle, present.

Like The Gentle Breeze At Dawn

🎶 "When Thoughts Fall Silent"
A quiet opening: The piano feels its way through stillness, each note like a step inward. The cello answers with warm, resonant depth — two voices creating a space where thoughts no longer press forward, but slowly fade.

The clarinet rises gently, not to lead, but to breathe alongside. It weaves between the tones like a distant breeze brushing past forgotten memories. Gradually, the violins appear — weightless, translucent — until time itself seems to dissolve into sound.

The piece remains restrained, yet filled with inner richness — a moment in which everything is said without a single word. A soundscape of stillness, longing, and quiet release.

When Thoughts Fall Silent

🌊 "Intermezzo No 1" – A Whisper of Time 
A single note emerges – the piano, like a first step on damp sand. Tentative, searching, it carries silence within, as if listening for echoes of days gone by. The clarinet rises like a breath of wind sweeping across the sea, its voice filled with longing – for what was, and what never fully fades. Then the cello enters: deep and tender, like waves arriving, breaking, and in their retreat, erasing footprints, scattering thoughts. Thus the melody becomes a mirror of memory – melancholic, fleeting, beautiful. A walk along the shore of time, where every sound is a lost moment, and every pause a quiet farewell.

Intermezzo No 1

🌙 “The Garden of Lost Dreams”

In the twilight of memory lies a garden, woven from fleeting melodies and forgotten hues. Here, dreams once radiant still bloom — gently stirred by the wind of time.

The music is a quiet step on moss-covered ground, a whisper among the branches of longing. The piano scatters silver droplets into the silence, like dew upon the leaves of faded thoughts. The clarinet exhales shadows of voices long gone, and the cello carries the stillness only the heart can comprehend.

“The Garden of Lost Dreams” is not a place — it is a state of the soul, an echo of what might have been. A soundscape of hope and transience, slowly dissolving into mist, yet never fully fading.

The Garden of Lost Dreams

🎼 The Gentle Breath of Passing Time
From the cycle “The Rose Garden Fantasies”

Like the last ray of sunlight shimmering in the dew upon rose petals, this composition unfolds in the most delicate lines of sound. The melodies drift through the air like silken threads – barely tangible, carried by the wind, fleeting yet woven with memory.

Between shimmering harmonies and filigree motifs, a fine fabric of music emerges – one that does not lament transience, but embraces it tenderly. It is the quiet threshold where summer takes its leave: warmth fades, while the first heralds of autumn glimmer in scattered sparks of sunlight and in the whisper of the wind.

Each tone gently releases itself from silence, dissolves in the breath of time, and leaves behind a trace of light in the shadow of the blossom. The music becomes a soft dialogue between presence and remembrance – like a rose petal drifting away, and a fragrance that lingers.

The Gentle Breath Of Passing Time

I compose music for the silence between the notes. Inspired by Bach and Pachelbel, I blend baroque clarity with contemporary depth. My pieces are centered around piano and cello, accompanied by digital textures and an atmosphere that invites stillness and reflection.

My music isn’t a statement—it’s a space. A space for listeners who aren’t searching, but ready to discover.

At The Neighbor's Fence

WolfHagen

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