Sound - My Tracks

About me

Music has accompanied me for as long as I can remember. It was always there:
During my childhood and youth, in moments and nights when words failed me, it was both a support and an outlet.
The only language that remained and endured when everything else faltered.

I have been singing since early childhood and have performed on stage. But over time, I lost my voice in life decisions, in everyday life, in structures. They promised supposed security, but stifled my music.

At some point, you can no longer let go of your own sounds. They keep coming back. Sometimes quiet, sometimes loud. Sometimes wistful, sometimes defiant, sometimes tender or raw. But they always demand their space.

Change & companions
But then came the day that turned my life upside down. Suddenly, everything was different.

Change and Companions on the Way

Then came the day that turned my life upside down. Suddenly everything was different.

I had to learn it all again. How to get up. How to walk. How life can move again when nothing is as it was.

It was a long process that took years. Hospital stays. Reordering. A few detours.

Every new step was a venture into the unknown. I was determined to walk this path.

One of those steps was taking piano lessons at twenty eight, to fulfill a childhood dream.

At first it was a cautious approach and a quiet curiosity. Almost like a secret reunion with an old love.

Countless hours and sleepless nights at the piano followed. With great passion I studied new and classical works, explored different genres, and improvised.

Alongside that I kept searching for my own tones, chords, and rhythms. Sounds that stirred something in me, that uncovered something, that felt like home.

The wish to sing again grew stronger, so I returned to voice lessons. At first there was only longing and curiosity. I wanted to meet my voice anew and sing again. Without pressure or grand expectations.

In the end singing was the key to myself and to my immediate inner experience. To feel myself, to find my own sound, to try it out, and to become more visible. To sing myself free and take up space.

I remembered what music has always meant to me.

Soul food. Passion. Anchor and foundation.

It was never about perfect playing or a perfect note. It was about feeling myself again, about finding my own layers. About honesty when I let go, and about the connection with the one in front of me.

Music · Process and Sound Space

In early 2024 I took another step and began producing my music myself.

With no formal training, no guidance, no outside help or expectations. With curiosity and a taste for experiment I entered this new world.

What happens when I let go of anything that sounds like rules or templates or demands?

Little by little I released the structures I had been holding on to: classical piano lessons, jazz classes, interpretations of others. I wanted to know what truly rises from within me.

In the next eighteen months this became ten self-contained tracks, countless sketches, ideas, and fragments. It also became new insights and experience.

My tracks are not flawless products.

Each song speaks from a different place and mood, a different chapter with its own character and its own acoustic room.

My music lives on atmosphere, movement, and unpredictability. Each track remains an experiment for me and an invitation to discover myself anew.

I am always searching for new sounds. For tones from every direction. From daily life, from travel, from nature, from cities and streets, from instruments I find or rediscover.

Each instrument, each chord, each sound brings its own story. New connections. Its own color and its own voice.

This shapes my sound. I stay open to new paths and refuse to be fixed in place.

And this space will fill over time with more tracks, fragments, and ideas.

I am glad if you walk a little of the way with me.