All Life Is Creativity.
So here it is: my new website. Here I'll be publishing my piano music, sheet music, videos, and written thoughts. Some things are still a work in progress, like playlists, a modern image slide show and other features. But the most important parts are already finished, and that's why this version is going live now. For now, the most important page is the Piano Blog-page.
Hindsight
I know it might be overkill to record so many takes of Hindsight. But I just felt like doing it. And I like to have it back again; that joy of making videos. This video for Hindsight was an experiment for me: How does it feel? So far, I can say it feels neutral to me. Not neutral, however, is this m
Lunaria
Watch the video and observe the animals I filmed. Feel how a pleasant sense of slowness and calm permeates your body and mind. Schau' dir das Video an und beobachte die Tiere, die ich gefilmt habe. Spüre, wie eine angenehme Langsamkeit und Beruhigung deinen Geist und deinen Körper durchdringen. Luna
In Limbo - A New Piano Composition
In Limbo. A piano improvisation I'd like to write down. But because I also tend to procrastinate on important things, I'll write this text first. And since I can't think of anything else right now, here's an excerpt from my diary: Tea with the ladies across the hall. It's nice to do that sometimes.
Enjoy browsing!
Yours, Tom.
Once, a child asked me how my music comes to be. I told them:
„It begins with a melody. Often just a fleeting fragment. First in my mind, sometimes already humming from the piano or guitar. Then it lingers, circling endlessly, like a tune you can’t shake. And sometimes, words drift in. A whisper at first, then clearer, like shapes forming in a dream. As it takes shape, I capture the unfinished song again and again, until slowly, I begin to see what’s missing and what needs to unfold to make it whole.
I love creating order. And music is often so exquisitely ordered. Through rhythm, through its system of notes. But mostly, I simply love listening to music. And in that moment, it feels like standing before a half-silvered mirror: something passes through, while other things are reflected back. And that reflection: that’s my music.“
