"The House at the End of the Street" - A place that waits — not loudly, but with shadows.

You turn the final corner, and there it stands: The house that once held everything. But now it feels different — larger, quieter, unfamiliar.

The windows no longer greet like old friends — they watch. The door still knows your footsteps, but it doesn’t ask if you’ve come to stay.

The music speaks of childhood, but also of what has changed. Of voices that have fallen silent, of rooms that carry memories — not only bright ones, but those long left untouched.

This piece isn’t a homecoming, but a return to what was left unsaid. A sound that wanders between light and darkness. A house that remains — even after you’ve long gone.

The House At The End Of The Street

"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

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.

The House At The End Of The Street

Wolf Hagen

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