Meditation Music

A Song for Nepal

This composition started small as a one minute score of condolence to the families of the thousands of people who were killed and injured when an earthquake rocked Nepal on 25 April 2015.

My reaction to this tragedy started with individual shock and disbelief over what had occurred, and the sheer magnitude of the destruction. But this slowly melted into a greater awareness. An awareness of how life is fragile, unreal, and forever changing, sometimes with brutal consequences. Life’s component parts of grain shift like smoke in the wind and somehow emerge as an image with only an illusion of solidity and indestructibility.

However in times of crises we are not only reminded of the inherent emptiness of our existence but also that we exist inter-dependently. By that understanding we must join together, connecting at a deeper level, beyond us and them, to be of real help and support to those who are suffering. Therefore the track’s vocal part is calling to that deeper level we must go when faced with human anguish. Rather than running from pain and despair we must find a voice for it and together attune our own voices to that song.


The Slow Train To Kecskemét

Music Poetry 'n Prose

A Moth to the Flame

May this moment
move onwards,
on its winding way

And these wings
hold well together
in their own time

Wherever they carry
hold constant
at all points, through

This narrowest strip
between blindness
sight and pain,

Hope and despair,
void and air
fire and ashes.

Music Poetry 'n Prose

Melancholy Muse

She plays all night
sweet and tangled blues,
deep riffs revealing
a melancholy muse


Ocean Serenade

For Bridgie – a great grandmother to us all.


Eliza’s Eyes (Reprise)

This version is a lighter caressing to the original piece, in rejoice, in reprise. However it remains a love song, an endless song, without words.

Meditation Music

The Song of the Stars

for all the drifters and dreamers out there. . .


Mad Dog Blues

Music Photography Poetry 'n Prose



Following this post, I received a wonderful poem from Mary Yaus, who wrote these lines:

Round and round she goes
thinking about,
nobody but she knows
but have no doubt
it is deep within her heart
radiating into her soul
holding on to life
with gentle hands
feeling vibrational bands
she looks deep into the eyes
reflecting of all her tomorrows
you can almost here her sigh
through thoughts in contemplations
not sorrows
round and round the carousel takes her
dreaming into the silence of words
waiting for her thoughts to be heard
she’ll grab the brass ring
and her heart will open and sing
letting the world see the grace she shall bring

Thank you Mary for adding your own wonderful contribution.

Lee and Isabel.

Music Poetry 'n Prose

Sunset Solace

the heart in full flight
the will to go the distance;
for sunset solace.



An extended version with a slight Latin feel…

Music Poetry 'n Prose Soundscapes

Small Bird: A Song of Innocence

The daylight has lingered on longer than expected, but now the gloom of the short April evening is settling down fast in the wood. The silent and motionless trees rise out of a mysterious shadow, which fills up the spaces between their trunks. Only above, where their delicate outer branches are shown against the dark sky, is there any separation between them?

Somewhere in the deep shadow of the underwood a blackbird calls “ching, ching” before he finally settles himself to roost. In the yew the small birds are already quiet, sheltered by the evergreen spray; they have also sought the ivy-grown trunks. “Twit, twit,” sounds high overhead as one or two belated little creatures, scarcely visible, pass quickly for the cover of the furze on the hill.

Then bird songs lifts me as notes fall from air. They seem to land in my hand. In that  moment, as already the interior of the wood is impenetrable to the glance, music comes alive. Gently chords, subtle rhythms and harmonies rises though the sound of closer birds who have restlessly moved in their roost-trees. Darkness is almost on them, as they settle in their song of innocence. The cawing and dawing rises to a pitch, and then declines; the wood is silent, and it is suddenly night.

Small Bird

You don’t make a song and dance, you simply sit.
I look at you and rest my eyes.
The world slows down, as you adorn
a winter branch with solitude.

You simply sit. A nod – a searching out.
The air around you stills:
particles suspended in mid air.
Tiny eyes, as black as coal.

Pin-prick sharp: driven
by a hunger on the wing.
Heading home to roost, you lay your head.
You sit in stillness, simply.

You are a gatherer.
Minute twigs and down, the fabric
that you weave,
inside this stubby bush outside my window.

How do you think.
Rain shrugger. Sunshine sucker.
Snow, a place to leave your mark
that you were there.

Careful choices. Not a word.
Each crumb considered first.
Kindly, you watch the worm slowly turn
and leave it be.

Feeding flesh to every mouth that begs.
Bones enough for you. You perch
and open-mouthed, a joyous explosion makes
every leaf vibrate.

*Small Bird poem shared with kind permission.

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Music Poetry 'n Prose

Free Falling

When I stride through clouds
I see a shadowless heaven
Carpeted with flowers.

I touch them and my fingers
Runs through your hair.
The deserts of my body

Are strewn with oases.
My hands are like a map
Of the Ganges. I rise

Above the stratosphere
I float in outer space.
The hollows between you body

Surrounds me like stars.
I am tied to the mast
My sweat trickles over you.

Free falling


Eliza’s Eyes


Approaching Peace

In a world that so often feels bereft of peace, how do we find, or approach peace?

In Zen, when someone wants to know about pine trees, he is told to learn from the pine trees; when he wants to know about bamboo, he should learn from the bamboo. It is by becoming thoroughly one with the pine tree can we really understand it; only by becoming thoroughly one with the bamboo can we really enter into it. In the very same way, we have to become thoroughly one with reality. Only then can we truly realize and appropriate whatever is within reality.

Music Poetry 'n Prose

Unsung Serenades: a collaboration

For 18 months a recording called ‘Unsung Serenades’ had been sitting in my tray of unfinished compositions. It felt unfinished because it was unsung. As an instrumental it had soul, but the voice was missing. Once in a while I’d scratch the itch to write words, lyrics, prose to fit the piece, but nothing came. Still I didn’t want to let it go, determined that one day I’d find the voice and release this as a song. It never did.

About four weeks ago, a fellow blogger George Weaver suggested to a wordpress friend Andrea and myself that we undertook a collaboration with each other. We had already crossed paths in Sonorous (WiseJourneys) – The Child Within (67paintings). I was deeply impressed how Andrea’s poem reached the nuances of the music, captured the feeling of innocence and offered a new interpretation, inspiration for this piece. With this in mind I asked Andrea to take up a joint venture with music and word. I don’t mind admitting that it was with intrepidation, for I have not collaborated for many years. But the idea felt right, gut instincts often prove right. To my delight Andrea agreed.

Then came to difficult decision of choosing music to start this venture off. I went through some dozen instrumentals I have in the back catalogue and nothing seemed to jump out. Several cups of tea and a long walk later, I remembered the Unsung Serenade, my voiceless soul of a song. I sent it over knowing it was now in trusted hands. A week later came the finished song cycle:

Unsung Serenade

Breathing in the scent of your birth, I am complete.
Half moon fingers curl round my thumb.
Love beats in thrall at your seashell lobes: your perfect pimple nose
and Cupid blistered lips.
Cheeks fat with smiles: eyes keen and soft –

a gaze that fills me full.
You sing before you cry and make the world bigger.
a serenade of memories clothed in down.
I wear my cloak of motherhood stitched with Songs.
This is my comet trail of joy and pride.

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The Child Inside

The Child Inside was composed as a sequel to an earlier piece called Carpe Diem

Music Reviews Soundscapes

A Hymn To Hope

A Hymn To Hope is an instrumentation set to Dream Listener : An audiobook in three movements (2007) by Montreal artist Karen Elaine Spencer

Dream Listening centres in on the lives and experience of people sleeping on the streets who attend the St James’ Drop-in Centre in Montreal. I first heard Dream Listener in 2008 and it immediately resonated with something inside.  Karen’s work questions our values and investigates how we, as transient beings, occupy the world in which we live.

In the narrative Karen leads us to Dee’s story of homelessness, which is not just the absence of roof, warmth and relationships but a state of mind. It is often the very bottom of poverty, the depth of despair. People with no roof have a sense of hopelessness, resignation and powerlessness.

Poverty does not of itself ennoble and there is little romantic within it. Sometimes however it does enable you to see people anew in a strong stark light which takes away all the trappings. When everything is taken away, or more especially given up, some begin a journey which can become an Odyssey, into themselves.

Dee’s story illustrates how often the homeless have a shattered knowledge of themselves. They have been compelled, like tortoises, to carry absolutely everything important with them. They have been compelled to come to terms with fundamental and disturbing experiences which can both impoverish and uplift.

Karen’s work can be found on her blogs:

Dream Listener can be ordered here and have been used for this project with kind permission of the owner under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License

Music Soundscapes

Northern Line


Carousel of Life

a farewell to Tessa


New Beginnings

New Beginnings is a collection of tunes composed and recorded over the last twelve months. Some I’ve release before and some never quite made it to the mix-down stage. I dedicate these to you, old and new friends, who have gently shared with me your poems, stories and songs in 2012. These have undoubtedly carved my music into harmony.

Thank you for being there in this journey. I hope to see more of you in 2013.

Many Blessings.

The Waking


Peak Riding

Approaching Peace

Free Falling

Carpe Diem

Ascend My Love

Ancient Lands

Vocal Zone

Sunset Solace

The Child Inside

New Beginnings

Music Poetry 'n Prose


Sinking into the original position
like a mountain, in an empty sky. Just this single breath;

emptiness takes the form of here—now emerging, embodied as unknown empty flowers

asking for nothing, keeping nothing, palms of the hands placed together in Gassho

Music Soundscapes

The Wind Chimes

A simple recording that invokes “just sitting”, with our flowing and ephemeral nature.

Meditation Music

Sounds from the Heart Shrine




I’ve always wanted to make a recording that allowed the Spanish guitar to speak gently. Islands is in free time with spacious intervals and echo for the soul to lift and float away.