String Quartet No.1 Op.37

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August. - Denise Levertov
I invite you to listen to my piano improvisation "August Fields".

The sheet music of my compositions can be downloaded from here:
https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/publishers/victor-birkan-sheet-music/3028943?isPLP=1


August Fields - Improvised Piano Piece

My Guitar Is on Fire” is a haunting alternative rock anthem about a struggling guitarist’s midnight crossroads deal with a shadowy figure. Dark, cinematic, and guitar-driven, it blends blues legend with modern post-rock energy; explosive riffs, soaring vocals, and a chorus that burns long after the song ends.

My Guitar Is on Fire

Don’t get cross baby

They say I burnt down my house
I’d burn down this town if I could.
This place is home to all manner of devils and demons and ghouls and mindless buffoons.


They say that I am psycho,
I’d say I’m managing well.
All of the lies run free through the aisles knocking the goods off the shelf


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.


The friends that we made were bundled with hatred I never knew I needed to vanquish.
The circles they drew were melted together from all the heat of their self-loathing measures


The flames lick the roof and punch a hole through it to reach to the sky and burn down the blueing
The masks are all ashes and dust covered faces revealing their singular mission to break us.


And it’s my job to burn up my victory
To spend it and give you relief
The darkness that lights up from the flames of this house
It’s worse than I ever believed.


And it’s my job to see all your secrets.
They hide in the cracks of the streets.
The willingness of the police state
To make me anything other than free


And it’s my job to watch as my children
Become the next victims you seek.
You people all failed and so you only can
Live now vicariously.


And it’s my job to trade in the names that I’ve earned.
I now am just charges and scenes.
All the world is one big stage and
none of the grass down here is green.


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.
The only person still laughing is me.
The only person who’ll get past this is me.
The only person that’s hurting is me.
The only person that’s mourning is me.
The only person that’s burning is me

I'm being framed for arson, and this series of events has done things to my life that are biblical in nature, unfathomable, unrealistic, like a bad acid trip that I can't wake up from.

So I wrote an album, and turned the darkness into light, because I am a warrior guided by God himself, and you'll have to kill me to take my light out of this world.

The Burn House

All tracks are 100% owned and cleared for sync licensing. Master and publishing rights controlled. Instrumentals, stems, and alternate versions available upon request."

Ways of Love

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/aHypdOdJb5I 

A summer rain can be associated with cleansing – just as it washes dust off the streets, it may symbolize moments of renewal and emotional release in life. It can also evoke unexpected changes that, although initially seen as obstacles, bring freshness and new perspective. Finally, its gentleness and fleeting nature may remind us of the beauty of moments worth cherishing before they pass. 

Letni deszcz może kojarzyć się z oczyszczeniem – tak jak deszcz zmywa kurz z ulic, tak w życiu może symbolizować momenty odnowy i uwolnienia od emocjonalnego ciężaru. Może też przywodzić na myśl niespodziewane zmiany, które choć początkowo wydają się przeszkodą, przynoszą świeżość i nowe spojrzenie. Wreszcie, jego delikatność i ulotność mogą przypominać o pięknie chwil, które warto doceniać, zanim przeminą. 

La lluvia de verano puede asociarse con la purificación: así como limpia el polvo de las calles, puede simbolizar momentos de renovación y liberación emocional en la vida. También puede evocar cambios inesperados que, aunque al principio parezcan obstáculos, aportan frescura y una nueva perspectiva. Por último, su suavidad y fugacidad pueden recordarnos la belleza de los momentos que vale la pena apreciar antes de que se desvanezcan.

Summer Rain

Out of Time

This is the last version where I have three AI singers for my singing. Natalie and then Asterian a little behind and HXVOC more behind. The most challenging work was with the text in Czech, because both Natalie and Asterian had a little different pronunciation and HXVOC handled Czech worse due to the fact that I have it short and I don't know it as well as the other AI voices yet. I imported my "original" singing recording into "SyntV" via English translation to text under the notes and I assigned the created track to Asterian and transposed it three semitones higher (above me). The English didn't fit the Czech so I converted the entire track to Spanish and created the Czech pronunciation word by word. Natalie was created from Asterian already in Spanish and was above me by 21 semitones. HXVOC was made from Natalie and is above me by 15 semitones. The AI vocalists remaining on the recording are Galenaia, Solaria and Cong Zheng (u a).
The guitar only version is at the link: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-920889151-633155523/snilkuv-kazdodenni-blues-s-kytarou-dreamers-daily-blues
The vocal only version is at the link: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-920889151-633155523/sn-lk-v-ka-dodenn-blues-only


Dreamer's daily blues ZG1 kkX AI

Thank you very much for paying such close attention to my work and for taking the time to do so.
I am very grateful.

Atlantis is the kingdom yet to be found.
What do you envision? 
What are you seeking?
May your imagination become reality!

”Oath of the Nameless Earth “
Verse 1
I have no mercy to give…
No sanctuary in my seas.
I am the silence between breaths,
The weight beneath your feet.

Chorus
This is not your home, nor your kingdom.
You were but a fleeting shadow on my skin.
Your sins are carved into stone and soil.
I rise—not in wrath, but in quiet truth.

Verse 2
The winds have carried your ashes,
The rivers your poisoned dreams.
I watched, patient and unyielding,
As you chained your own freedom.

Chorus (Repeat)
This is not your home, nor your kingdom.
You were but a fleeting shadow on my skin.
Your sins are carved into stone and soil.
I rise—not in wrath, but in quiet truth.

Bridge 
(whispered, almost ritualistic)
I am not here to punish.
I am not here to forgive.
I am… inevitable.

Outro
And when the last fire fades,

※I feel like I'm searching for someone.
This song is my innermost feelings set to music.

Admonition /  Oath Of The Nameless Earth

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Zero Point Star is Karl Creech’s dark alt‑rock project—industrial‑tinged guitars, cinematic drums, and stark, hopeful lyrics about faith, fire, and family. Written after his family’s house burned, The Burn House stitches grief to grit: songs about survival, fatherhood (7 kids), and redemption. DIY on Bandcamp/YouTube/Patreon—add your spark and help us rebuild.