Music has always been a companion in my life.
I began piano at the age of seven, guided by my mother’s deep love for the sound of the keys.
Music is healing.
An experience where feeling leads, words soften, and the mind drifts into the zone.
This page is a living collection of sounds and songs that have emerged through different seasons.
Some are offerings already here; others are still finding their way into form.
As the journey unfolds, I am gathering The Baby Cave Series — a home-made album woven of songs, beatboxing, lullabies, ícaros, indigenous tribal vibrations, rhymes, and a motley collection of sound that gently pierces the heart.
When my son was born, I felt an instinct to sing to him. Song came with him, after all he is a song bird and me a mama bird.
I began recording songs as he drifted into sleep, what moved through me, some born in the tender, quiet hours of early motherhood, others rising from memories of my own childhood in Honduras in the 1970s.
With my arms full and my body anchored to his, many of these songs emerged as simple melodies shaped by my voice alone. No instruments, just presence, breath, instinct, and love.
I dedicate this album to motherhood, and to the children who make us mothers, to the ones who arrive and, in doing so, expand our hearts beyond what we ever thought possible.
I also hope this album inspires other mamas to make songs that are truly their own, perhaps interlaced with traditional lullabies, perhaps entirely new.
To remember that your voice is your most precious instrument. It is, without question, the most important sound to your child. It is the sound your child knows best, the one that brings comfort, safety, and joy.
We don’t need professional voices to sing. Our voices are perfect exactly as they are.
When woven with your made up creativity, the silly songs, gentle hums, the improvised melodies, whatever rises naturally, they become something irreplaceable.
Let your mind take a rest, your heart unfurl its wings, and fly with the wind as it moves in the moment, spontaneous and free.
Make it a living, one of a kind keepsake. A sound memory. A love letter in song.
Available Now
- My mom’s song: I love you, Nana
Before this song becomes something more refined…
it first came through as a raw, unfiltered moment of love with tears.
You can listen to the original freestyle version in Episode 48 of my podcast towards the end in the 1 hour with 05 minutes mark, just as it arrived, emotional, imperfect, and real. Because some expressions of love belong exactly as they are.
You can listen to my mom’s song here on the 1 hour 05 minutes mark:
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2. Pixie’s Song: My Forever Girl
This piece gushed from my heart. A tender thread, a remembering for my first baby, Pixie.
This song almost says it all. But as love goes, you can never fully say it all, especially with words. Still, this feels like a true and loving attempt.
You can listen to Pixie’s Song here:
Forthcoming pieces
More music is on the way.
These are seeds already planted, slowly taking shape:
- The Invitation — a channeling of my son’s soul purpose
- Nana, I Love You — a more polished, refined version of my mom’s love song
- Inner Child — a rhyme for remembering and healing the inner child
- Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu — a mantra offered for the easing of suffering and the liberation of street animals
- Many lullabies, mantras, and other pieces that we have made at home coming soon!
I’ll update this space as new pieces arrive, in their own time.
Thank you for listening with your heart.
