Embedded Files
Music Samples
These are recent samples from my portfolio of written music. I write it all as sheet music and then produce it into its later, final form through various audio programs and packages.
The Raven.mp3The Raven (Fall 2023)
The Raven (Fall 2023)
A DnB/VGM remix of same track by The Alan Parsons Project - with changes in beat, instrumentation and general vibe. 186 BPM in A-.
Love at Dusk.mp3Love at Dusk (Winter 2022)
Love at Dusk (Winter 2022)
Love at Dusk features elements from drum and bass and boss music from SNES and Sega Genesis JRPGs. 168 BPM in A#-.
Breathe.mp3Breathe (Fall 2022)
Breathe (Fall 2022)
90s Intelligent drum and bass and psychedelic rock influenced me to write Breathe, which mirrors sound techniques used in 16-bit video games. The song is high tempo and uses G#-.
Poetry Samples
I write poetry, typically in free verse, though I add many elements of structure to my personal tastes. Here are some recent samples from my portfolio of written poetry.
Untitled (15 March 2025)
Wisdom cannot be found by the seeker,for all knowledge echoes experience;when you feel, then inside it is real,we solely perceive what is connected.Not the eye by sight nor the mind by thoughtmay cut through the heart's knot less awareness.
All objects are closer than they appear,that which is dear by sense we integrate;love is immersion as our souls conflate,I am with you always while you relate.A notion is how the raindrop mergeswith an ocean of ceaseless forms and names.
Though we may be different expressionsof the harmony that transcends us both,our pulses sing sweet melodies evokeduniquely by companionship timeless.For in our nature can there be no stain;we are the veins through which life unfurls.
Wisdom cannot be found by the seeker,for all knowledge echoes experience;when you feel, then inside it is real,we solely perceive what is connected.Not the eye by sight nor the mind by thoughtmay cut through the heart's knot less awareness.
All objects are closer than they appear,that which is dear by sense we integrate;love is immersion as our souls conflate,I am with you always while you relate.A notion is how the raindrop mergeswith an ocean of ceaseless forms and names.
Though we may be different expressionsof the harmony that transcends us both,our pulses sing sweet melodies evokeduniquely by companionship timeless.For in our nature can there be no stain;we are the veins through which life unfurls.
Bury the Seed (20 April 2024)
The world is fullness flowing from fullness,where knowledge, knower and known being oneshines in the eclipse of the intellect:the absolute neither goes forth nor comes.No other can experience your known;the sole way to realise is one's own.
In this intelligence of dream objectsequilibrium and disturbance lay,for I am but notions of form and namewith an enquiry concerning itself.Bury the seed blossoming as the fruit:the mind is nothing but the absolute.
The separate reflects the external,doer and experiencer presumed,thoughts seem to echo into creation:all I see is consciousness throughout you.You are to I as one lamp lights one more;there is no difference between thought-forms.
The world is fullness flowing from fullness,where knowledge, knower and known being oneshines in the eclipse of the intellect:the absolute neither goes forth nor comes.No other can experience your known;the sole way to realise is one's own.
In this intelligence of dream objectsequilibrium and disturbance lay,for I am but notions of form and namewith an enquiry concerning itself.Bury the seed blossoming as the fruit:the mind is nothing but the absolute.
The separate reflects the external,doer and experiencer presumed,thoughts seem to echo into creation:all I see is consciousness throughout you.You are to I as one lamp lights one more;there is no difference between thought-forms.
The Heart Chromatic (18 November 2023)
My heart's chamber must be a glass prism:countless colours refracting but one light,for within my wishes lays no schism;no parting between seer, seen and sight.Through every name and form that I have borne,my petals unfurled, reaching something more.
And each love I feel wakes something real:novel hues on experience's strictures,for I am neither thoughts nor ideals;but an artist shading her own picture.Yet each expression brought into beingis neither fully myself, mine nor me.
At the crossroads of self-effort and grace,there is a place where I may come to rest.Hidden between spaces of memoryis the ocean, and I am just its crest.When disunion reflects my perspective,then my heart's core chroma becomes suppressed.
My heart's chamber must be a glass prism:countless colours refracting but one light,for within my wishes lays no schism;no parting between seer, seen and sight.Through every name and form that I have borne,my petals unfurled, reaching something more.
And each love I feel wakes something real:novel hues on experience's strictures,for I am neither thoughts nor ideals;but an artist shading her own picture.Yet each expression brought into beingis neither fully myself, mine nor me.
At the crossroads of self-effort and grace,there is a place where I may come to rest.Hidden between spaces of memoryis the ocean, and I am just its crest.When disunion reflects my perspective,then my heart's core chroma becomes suppressed.
Isolation Chamber (23 October 2022)
From the foam of mind, my thoughts arisefrom dusk to dawn, while I lay awake at night,I smile as the shadow of clouds eclipses my eyes,for rain descends like doubts fall out of sight,siphoned into pools where I see only starry skies,when I am alone.
In my hands, I held a gem with facets untold,where my self-image resonated manifold,I sought beauty through impurity controlled,so I scrubbed until my hands grew calloused and cold;yet blind-folded, I believed I was stained,when I was alone.
I will be like glass, pieces tessellated,and let light flow through this soul mosaic;for I have neither been broken nor forsaken,merely mistaken about my own nature.Dwelling in my heart's chamber, I become certain,when I am alone.
From the foam of mind, my thoughts arisefrom dusk to dawn, while I lay awake at night,I smile as the shadow of clouds eclipses my eyes,for rain descends like doubts fall out of sight,siphoned into pools where I see only starry skies,when I am alone.
In my hands, I held a gem with facets untold,where my self-image resonated manifold,I sought beauty through impurity controlled,so I scrubbed until my hands grew calloused and cold;yet blind-folded, I believed I was stained,when I was alone.
I will be like glass, pieces tessellated,and let light flow through this soul mosaic;for I have neither been broken nor forsaken,merely mistaken about my own nature.Dwelling in my heart's chamber, I become certain,when I am alone.
Page updated
Google Sites
Report abuse