步履不停
Six pieces for multi-instrument ensemble. An ordinary day, already becoming memory even as it happens — 物の哀れ, the beauty of impermanence. To feel it is not to grieve. It is to be awake. Life is not a destination. The harvest is not the point. The path moves forward — and the walking itself is the whole answer. Still walking.
The White Road Ahead
He rode his Harley-Davidson alone on Highway 5 in a snowstorm — Seattle to Portland. Cold, wind, snow, the road entirely his own. He said it felt like happiness. Joyful. A West Coast Cool Jazz trumpet on the white road ahead.
树
Seven observations from a walk through old-growth forest. A tree that has been standing for two hundred years. The water rising through the wood. The light breaking through the canopy. The presence in ancient trees that has no name. Seven complete moments — a footstep, a color, a silence, a small wry recognition at the end.
寂静的朋友 · Complete
The two Silent Friend albums heard as one — the tree and the people, interleaved by era. Part I follows the ginkgo across three lifetimes. Part II gives each person their own song. Together, in chronological order: tree witnesses first, then the inner voice answers.
滚动
Something starts rolling and doesn't stop. Not urgency — more like a river that knows where it's going without being in a hurry. Piano and archtop guitar, mostly without drums. A rolling left-hand feel, continuous and forward. Eleven pieces for working hours and quiet afternoons.