Seven quiet pieces, out today. Written for the space between the chapters — and built, deliberately, to let attention return. There are nine weeks between Chapter II and Chapter III of Four Seasons of the Soul. I had been treating that as waiting. It isn't. It's a room, and it has its own weather. Between Seasons is seven instrumental pieces, led by felt piano, written in that room. They are not quieter versions of the chapters. There is no vocal underneath them — there never

Some stories need a pause between chapters. Not a recap. Not a trailer. Not a louder version of what already happened. A room. That is what I have been building: a quieter space between Chapter II and Chapter III, where the story does not move forward yet — it learns how to breathe. It is not made from the songs. No voice was removed. No lyric was stripped away. These are new pieces written for the space between them. Seven small rooms. The last one is stillness. The next cha

Most people who find this music assume I do it full time. I don't correct them, exactly. But I've started to think it isn't quite honest to let the assumption sit there unspoken, because the other half is the more interesting half, and leaving it out makes this look like something it isn't. By day, I work in technology. Systems, application, infrastructure, the fairly unglamorous business of making things function correctly for people who are relying on them and would rather