With a deep sense of nostalgia, this song brings you home to a place of both longing and sadness, delivered in a calm warmth and peace.

Basement Bungalow

A beautifully ambient, and hauntingly spare piano ballad for the world in our times of trouble.
Lyrics:
Men are crying, so hard to move along
Everything changing, can we carry a pain so strong
Pain of all people
The fear of the storm, of unknowns knock us down.
Women are dying, just too hard to hang on
The world stopped spinning, so fast all control is gone
Control of ourselves
We think that we act alone but we don’t
Grace and Grit
The answer is this
Stop plotting to shame and hate when we’re all we’ve got.
Grace and grit
The answer is this
Give up our fights and hold on tight, let’s take the long shot
Grace and grit. 
Children are spying, watching such fear, so long
Now they’re replying, can we just please belong
Belong in a world where we get off our thrones and we put down our stones
Grace and Grit
The answer is this
Stop plotting to shame and hate when we’re all we’ve got.
Grace and grit
The answer is this
Give up our fights and hold on tight, let’s take the long shot
Grace and grit. 
There’s room for love, let’s give it freely now, cuz I gotta believe somehow, there’s light to lead the way
Stop plotting to shame and hate when we’re all we’ve got.

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Single

Grace and Grit

A haunting and visceral song, leading you into a contemplation of vulnerability, exposing the dark questions of one’s identity.
Lyrics:
Dear hero,
You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know who I really am
The squeeze of a hand, a smile towards a hurting child
Warm cocoa for the forgotten in the alleyway behind
Cheerful words, a venetian blind hides the struggle of my mind
I stole my hero’s cape to appear kind 
	My hero smiles, but I say…
You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know who I really am
You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know who I really am
My pride touched the sky, I wore my disguise
 In my landslide of secret lies had I even tried? 
The child still cries, the forgotten dies
A cape of kindness gently rises in my hero’s eyes
What does that imply?
 My hero smiles, but I say… 
You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know who I really am
You don’t know, don’t know who I really am
You don’t know,  you don’t know, who I really am
You don’t know,  I don’t know who I really am 
I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry for who I really am 
Can my hero see who I really am
Naked, 
Kindness, in my hero’s eyes

You Don't Know

You Don't Know Who I Really Am

What would  life be like without music? Flat; colourless; unbearable.
Piano keys reached out for me at age five and have embraced me tight ever since. I began playing publicly in my teens way back when. In more recent years, life pushed me to the proverbial edge and songwriting caught me on the way down. Life is certainly not flat or colourless and in writing songs, I hope to do my part to make it more than just bearable for us all.
But here’s a question…why do lyrics whisper most loudly at 1 a.m.?!?

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