The smooth transition from one note down to another, the sound getting lower and lower, slower and slower…

A final high-pitched, echoed screech, thinning the texture of the sound to an eventual inexistant noise.

The passing and fading of mixed vibrations follows… mumbles, overtaken by sudden loud outbreaks of noise, all heard alongside the steady ‘clack, clack, clack’…

‘Ding’ — sound is closed in and is once again at ease…

From the silence, an echoed crescendo begins to fill the space, smoothly transitioning from one note up to another, the sound getting slowly higher, and becoming slowly more distant until completely faded away.

I started playing the piano when I was 4 years old. I started piano lessons when I was 7 but stopped at age 11 because my teacher left and I moved to Australia. When I got here (age 12) I started composing music. My music is very similar to what you would find in movies, (soundtrack). I always base myself on the famous film composer, “James Horner” who was the composer of the movie “Titanic,” because I was inspired by him. I have 4 completed albums and currently working on my 5th. I have sold most of my albums at school concerts and occasions and also to quite alot of people around Australia, U.K, U.S.A and Canada.

Im a pretty up beat person, love going to parties, socialising with everyone and obviously composing and playing music. Here is a few tracks of what my music sounds like. Chrysalis and Fantasy are tracks off of  my last album “Chrysalis” and Utopia and A Heart Of Courage are tracks off of my latest album “Utopia.” Hope you enjoy my music. Leave me some comments and let me know what you think. :) 

Oh and by the way, my music is not all done on a computer program. All the sounds and melodies and music are all played individually by me on my Yamaha Keyboard

Chrysalis

Chrysalis is the main track for my last album “Chrysalis.” I have performed this piece at many occasions, such as school graduation at Mandurah Performing Arts Centre and Safety Bay Seniour High Schools 20th Anniversary.

Fantasy

Fantasy is a track off my last album “Chrysalis”

A Heart Of Courage

A Heart Of Courage is a piece I wrote for my latest album “Utopia”

Utopia

Utopia is the main track for my latest album “Utopia”

High pitch jingling waves at me in an intensifying rhythm, clockwork deadens the sound. Another transient disturbance that then shrieks oddly. Its call is inviting at first but I can tell it has little patience, so it fights back with a short, sharp, loud “no”. It leaves me with a cold, eerie murmur, that feels like it will never resolve. All of a sudden a shrill song that starts, stops and has no conceivable structure except it has ghostly tones. I feel this bizarre melody has some affect on another rhythmic song, or perhaps it is related to the murmur. Every so often I can hear pleasing frequency sweeps, that are only very brief. Also I sense exhausting mechanical whirs appearing behind me on the other side of a wall.

There’s a soft tick. It’s keeping beat. A slow, yet unrelenting “tick, tick, tick”.

And behind it, a wall of song. Perhaps a thousand different noises, yet just one sound.

Shrill whistles, sparsely spaced. Occasionally interrupded by a sporadic “coo”.

An intense, unwavering tremelo - a high-pitched, rolling call. Increasing exponentially in volume and velocity as it is joined by chorus.

And behind it all, that unrelenting “tick, tick, tick”.

Suddenly, a spray of sound. Blasting forth from a point beyond sight, then dispersing into the atmosphere beyond; another piece in the puzzle of song.

Fluctuating fingers of sonacy, labouring like a thousand limbs endlessly waving back and forth.

And behind it all, that unrelenting “tick, tick, tick”.

Disorganized thuds, ranging from the lightest thumps through to deep thuds, crescendo up to me, and pass with various timing and speeds.  Whilst predictable, organized chords float down and I attempt to ignore their sickly, boring words, organized into unadventurous forms. In the background, I can hear a soft whirring of disturbed liquid, that seems to be rising from beneath the boardwalk. Off in the distance, I can hear as the liquid flows into solid objects, and spills back. Creating a splattering swish of sound that carries itself up the boardwalk.

The gentle pita-pata coming towards me from the front adds a soprano line to this percussive ensemble. Fading in and out of their respective parts at random time, creates a washing over effect then it is reeled back in while another part washes over you. This cross current is gently rocking me to sleep …

…

A low crescendoing rumble coming from the distance wakes me from my trance. And so my wait is over. It’s time to go to uni.

Everything is as if it’s imaginary; as if the noise is not there at all - merely surrounding me from all angles, vibrating from inside my thoughts. An empty state of mind where the sound can wonder in and out at it’s own pleasure… resonating all around… coming from no source.

 The low, muddied buzz coming from off to the sides is somewhat relaxing… it stays at a constant gurgling pitch. Occasionally, little sequences of varying pitch and rhythm float through the night from behind me. They are quiet and warm - I am drawn towards their source. Suddenly, in the distance I hear a roar and listen as the sound travels towards me and bounces off the buildings. It tears through the atmosphere and temporarily drowns out all other noise. But then it is gone as abruptly as it came, and the silence seems deafening until the short tones start up again and the night continues as before.

So overall a quite night by usual standards