Black Point

We only come out at night.. 🌔

A music diary for October..

Fragments of peace and struggle, life and death, the collective mind and the relentless heat of the summer..

A music diary for August..

"And if it is the end I'd do it all again The summer's nearly gone But the crickets play on.."

A music diary for July..

"A midnight summer dream has me in its spell.."

A music diary for June..

"I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears"

A music diary for April..

On days such as these I contemplate life, death, rebirth and the sense of belonging. Whether you are religious, spiritual, agnostic or an atheist, there is a baffling question that connects us all, and that is "why do we exist?"

Revisiting the music of March in the heart of the spring. "But now, we float, take life as it comes.."

"Spring is here and we bid farewell to another winter.. A music diary for February.."

Januaries.. A time to pause, reminisce, mourn, regroup and survive. We survived another January.. Here is the soundtrack for it..

"We're only here for a while, we're only here for today.."

A music diary for December. A month of new beginnings and losses, death and rebirth, leading to a new year with a promise to cherish all that was good and to heal, to create, to remember, to live.. Wishing everyone a meaningful next rotation around the sun..

"The monster inside, it don’t get any rest."

A music diary for November..

"My heart must be made of stone, now it's lying on the bottom of the sand.."

"Caught in the rain with no protection