This is the last one. Letting go is not something I am good at, but this is the last one. -- You could feel your mother and your father scold, But you only regret what you fail to behold. After all, it was a once in a lifetime scene…

This was an attempt at using the keyboard to make an instrumental invoking looking for something, thinking it had been found, then finally finding it. Or, put another way, this was a way to practice piano.

Hey, I just improvised again this night and wanted to share what came out. Usually I'm such a perfectionist and have to get every detail right, with the effect that I don't share a lot of stuff that I do. Here I recorded the first voice…

Track 2 Buddha Box Series RPM Challenge

I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday. I continue the conversation when it's long over…

...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…

It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…

As the top of Goat Fell touched by frost, the sounds melt into the distance — those that once called us, and those that still remain. // Happy New Year, everyone!