"Back Home" - A path not new — yet it feels different.

With every step, something returns: A scent, a sound, a glimpse of days long past. The landscape drifts by, but it’s the memories that move. Joy is present — yet tinged with the colors of yesterday.

Voices once familiar echo softly. Places seem smaller, but larger in the heart. The music follows this inner film — not loud, but with the tenderness only memory knows.

This homecoming isn’t just a destination. It’s a reunion with what was, with what remained, and with the part of us that never truly left.

Back Home

🎼 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

An Afternoon at the Fair
From the very first notes, a gate to another world opens: piano, cello, clarinet, and flute rise together – like a colorful fair that, in one instant, reveals all its voices, colors, and scents. Soon after, strings and oboes join, and the sound gains depth, as if new paths, stalls, and attractions unfold before the listener’s eyes.
Though rooted in F-sharp minor, the music carries a mysterious shimmer. Between sparkling vitality and quiet melancholy, a tension arises that makes the beauty of transience audible. Behind every cheerful motif lies the gentle reminder that no moment lasts forever – and it is in this fleetingness that its true beauty is found.
The piano is the pulse of the afternoon, sometimes bright, sometimes restrained, while the cello grounds the walk through the crowd with its depth. The clarinet swirls playfully, like the laughter of children, while the flute dances lightly, like a carousel spinning in the sunlight. Strings and oboes expand the picture – they give space to the scene, blending colors together and letting memories take shape.
What emerges is a small cosmos: a musical stroll across the fairground, filled with fleeting joy, carried by wonder, touched by melancholy. And in the end, the music does not break off, but fades like evening settling over the square – a soft afterglow in which lights dim, voices drift away, and yet an echo remains in the heart.

An Afternoon at the Fair

The music begins like the last warm breath of summer. The piano draws fine lines across the calm skin of the water; the cello answers in deep melancholy, singing of falling leaves. A clarinet drifts in like a breath that carries memories, and above it the flute hovers—a light losing itself in the mist.

Autumnal, yet not somber: it is a time of change. What is old passes away in gold, the new still lies hidden. The music paints this transition—gently, tentatively, full of longing and quiet confidence. Harmonies dissolve, time stretches, until everything comes to rest in a silent moment.

Then, almost inaudibly, a new sound begins. The flute lifts, the piano opens the space, and the lake seems to whisper: the morning is ready.

The Quiet Whisper Of The Lake at Dawn

A quiet transition: The music begins like light touching water—tentative, fleeting, almost uncertain. Lines unfold gently, as if the day were saying goodbye not with finality, but with a lingering thought. Sounds rise, drift, return—like wind moving through trees without asking to stay.

This is no dramatic sunset, but a fading. Harmonies dissolve, rhythms slow, until everything settles into a moment of stillness. An evening that doesn’t begin, but yields—like a memory that warms without asking.

When Day Falls Into Evening

🕊️ Where The Birds Gather Before Their Passage South
The leaves wear their late-season glow, mist drapes the fields like breath, and the first birds begin to gather — circling in silence above the treetops, readying themselves for the long journey south. It is a moment of transition: summer has faded, the day leans into dusk, and the wind begins to whisper of distant warmth.

The music follows this quiet movement, not with haste, but with remembrance. Its sounds unfold like light dissolving into stillness — gentle, breathing, full of foreboding. What fades does so not abruptly, but like a thought slowly slipping away. And as all things retreat into slumber, a long sleep begins — not as an end, but as a promise: that something will return, when the time is right.

Where The Birds Gather Before Their Passage South

🌫️ Lost in Nowhere

A musical journey through the spaces between remembering and forgetting.

Delicate piano phrases trace footsteps through fog, while the cello speaks in deep arcs of paths once wandered. The clarinet breathes questions into the wind — fleeting thoughts that vanish before they’re grasped. And the flute, like a distant birdcall, draws shimmering lines through silence, light yet longing.

Between light and shadow, between yesterday and never, a soundscape unfolds that knows neither place nor time. A piece about being lost — and the quiet wonder that lives within it.

Lost in Nowhere

In this Perfect Lovesong from 8th of November in Sillicon Valley we were humming together at the end Brahms. So touching! Thank you for creating with me the Perfect Lovesong.

Perfect Lovesong 08. 11. 2025 Sillicon Valley

In this Perfect Lovesong from 13th of November in Thief River Falls we were missing Michael Bolton but we had a nice Elvis Presley and humming together at the end Mozart- Brahms. I was amazed by this audience. Thank you for creating with me the Perfect Lovesong.

Perfect Love Song - 13.11.2025 Thief River Falls

As Wolf Hagen, I compose music for the silence between the notes. Drawing from the tradition of great masters like Bach and Pachelbel, I find inspiration to weave baroque clarity with the emotional complexity of our time.
The interplay of piano and cello stands at the heart of my work – two voices that complement, challenge, and exist in harmonic tension with each other. I add orchestral elements with care, never to dominate, but to open spaces: for reflection, for stillness, for those precious moments of pause.
My compositions are not statements, but invitations – to discover hidden emotions, to find quiet in a noisy world.