About
Who I Am
Sometimes I feel my musical story began long before I can remember—not in a specific place, but in that first vibration that passes through you when you hear a choir breathing as one, or when a guitar lights up a small room and changes the shape of the air. That’s when I understood that music was not just a craft: it was a place to return to.
I grew up among voices. Choral music taught me that sound doesn’t arise from oneself alone, but from the space we share. That silence can be more important than the note. That a phrase sung by twenty people is really a conversation with memory.
The Path
Later came the guitars—electricity, rawness, the impulse to step on a stage without questioning why. I played in one band that felt more like family, and another that taught me rock can grow deep roots, warm colors, and unexpected branches.
In time, the stories became bigger than the songs themselves. I began composing for images, for characters, for emotions that didn’t fit inside a single melody. Writing for ensemble and virtual orchestra opened a new window: a world where every instrument is a gesture, and every gesture carries intention.
And then Mia arrived—an artist born from technology, yet strangely human. Maybe because what we put into these digital voices is also what we carry within ourselves: doubts, light, curiosity, and the desire to explore landscapes that barely exist yet.
One Way of Telling
Whether it is a choir breathing, a guitar searching for its harmony, or an orchestra forming in the dark of the screen, my path has always been the same: to imagine emotions.
I like to think that each project is not a different chapter, but another bank of the same river. The landscape changes, but the water is the same. What I wrote yesterday accompanies me differently today.
The heart of it all
None of this would make sense without the refuge of my loved ones. They are the silence needed for music to be born, and the love that keeps me grounded when I get lost among scores. My family is my tonic chord: the place where I always find peace.
Where I'm Going
I keep searching. I keep learning. I keep listening. I don’t know if I’ll ever find a definitive definition of what I do—maybe I don’t need one. Music, in the end, is movement: a journey that doesn’t end. And I just try to be worthy of the journey.