Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ... ~sonaresque~

It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "сlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free. ~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~

Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009. ~Sign Of Hope~

The art of small talk; wordless.

The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again. ~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…

~timeless~ Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…

Departing - leave. Do not believe. And don't say words of farewell. All told. Love can't go back... ~Echoes~

~Good things don't age. What about a man?~ I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so. P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…

This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times. ~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~

Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die. The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011. ~For those who left and those who…

~images of bygone days~ This was 2009, and it was a photo contest to provide seven pictures of a story and all that. I, together with other, more talented photographers, was in. In parallel with the images I have written short seven neo…

~dreamt about a dream~

~Bless the Beasts & Children~ Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…

~The lightest slumber envelop me and I fall asleep, calm and in peace. Just for a moment of truth~

~Au Bordel~ Lived in, played there all sorts of things. Salon. Tango.

~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...

~Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité et l'Amour~ Simple joys of being in this the seeming imperfect world.

~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~ Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…

~For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while~

One in a lifeless space. Cold. Only the power of spirit can help to survive and to love again. ~Furiously~