Just yesterday’s track
Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
Strings in progress
Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.
Are you the observer or the observed?
You have to download it directly into your soul, in case the web Matrix will be corrupted.
My new and old remastered tracks: