Why I Write Music (and Cry Into Cake While I Do It)
Soundtracks for the feelings you didn’t have words for. Emotions, snacks, and frequencies that heal.
Look - I’m not a poet.
I’m not here to impress you with fancy words or deep metaphors.
I’m here because I feel things. Really deeply.
And if I don’t get those feelings out of me, they turn into headaches, weird dreams, or emotionally charged trips to the nearest ice cream store.
So I make music. Not because I’m trying to be profound - but because I don’t know how else to survive this wild, ridiculous, beautiful thing called life.
I’m here because I want to share that with you.
Sound Is How I Speak
The music I write isn’t just ‘music’ - it’s healing frequency.
I write to resonate.
To move you.
To move through you.
To find the parts you haven’t had the words for - and wrap them in sound.
I believe sound is sacred.
Music is memory and vibration - the kind that bypasses logic,
wiggles past language, and goes straight for the part of you that knows.
Every piece I share here is a score for the invisible:
for feelings that don’t have names,
for stories you never told out loud,
for healing that starts in the body
before the brain can catch up and label it.
I compose with purpose:
to shift mood, alter resonance, and create frequencies
that let people feel what their minds can’t explain -
but what their souls are starving for.
What I can’t speak, I score.
What words can’t hold, I shape into sound.
When I can’t say with words (which is pretty much all the time),
I let the music say for me.
Because honestly, music just gets it.
It bypasses the filters and goes straight to the soul.
These tracks are for anyone who’s been cracked open by life
and still showed up the next day.
For the feelings you couldn’t explain but felt anyway.
My mission is to help people find their resonance through music.
Life, Snacks & Sadness
I’ve always felt things at full volume.
Joy, grief, rage, shame, belly laughs - sometimes all before 10am.
I’m the kind of person who ugly ‘hyena’ cries watching dog reunion videos,
laughs in the middle of a fight because I suddenly realise how dramatic we sound,
and gets deeply moved by the smell of home made bread.
I cherish the little things:
A hot coffee on a cold morning
A cuddle with my Cavoodle (he’s basically my therapist with fur)
A silent walk with someone I trust
Sitting in front of a heater with hot cacao and something chocolatey.
But being this open-hearted comes with a shadow:
Grief that overstays its welcome.
The ache of wondering why I’m here.
The gut-punch of betrayal.
The quiet kind of loneliness that hits even when you’re surrounded.
Most of my spiritual breakthroughs involve snacks.
I’ve made peace with that.
I Gave My Sadness Cake (and a Violin Line)
For a long time, I thought being strong meant pushing past pain.
Smiling when I felt broken. Staying positive when everything felt heavy.
But now, I know better.
True strength is staying present.
It’s saying, “Okay sadness, you can sit with me a while. Want some cake?”
I don’t rush my feelings anymore. I sit with them.
Not because I’m a saint - but because I’ve realised they have something to say.
Sometimes the answer comes through a violin line I didn’t plan.
Sometimes it’s a piano chord my fingers just know.
Sometimes it’s silence. And that silence becomes the song.
Crying, Cacao, and Composing Through It All
While I wrote these songs, I don’t think of them as mine.
They come through me.
Most of the time, I don’t know what I’m doing until it’s done.
The process is messy and clumsy.
But then it’s done - and I cry.
Or laugh.
Or nap.
Or snack.
I’m not here to perform.
I’m here to channel.
I’m a coffee-fuelled conduit.
And a very grateful one at that.
These aren’t just tracks.
They’re the soundtracks to the parts of my story no one saw,
but I lived through anyway.
And if you’re here - whether you’re falling apart or finally coming home to yourself -
I hope this music finds you.
To remind you:
You’re not too much.
You’re not broken.
You’re just becoming.
If You’ve Ever Sobbed in the Freezer Aisle…
In this space you find:
New songs as they flow
Honest stories behind each track (including snack pairings, probably)
Reflections on sound, emotion, and why frequency is more important than vibe
Sonic deep dives - how music feels in the body, and how it helps us heal
So if you’re a feeler,
a fighter,
a cry-laugher,
a late-night soul-searcher,
or someone who’s ever had a meltdown in the freezer aisle -
This space is yours.
Welcome home.
Some songs aren’t written - they’re remembered.
This is The Magic Normal.
I’m really bloody glad you’re here.