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When Yesterday Fades

2025-06-18T15:26:32.588Z

When Yesterday Fades is an instrumental song woven with the haunting
voice of the American Indian style flute and the gentle embrace of strings.
It carries the soul through a journey of letting go—of pain, of loss, and of
moments that no longer serve the heart. But as the bad begins to blur and
drift away like smoke on the wind, even the precious memories—those
fleeting moments of joy and love—begin to fade with them. This song is a
reflection of time's quiet erosion, a bittersweet hope that healing will
come, even if it means surrendering pieces of the past that once made us
whole.

I Started My Therapy Today

2025-06-18T15:14:41.568Z

"I Started My Therapy Today" is a deeply personal spoken word song that explores healing through the power of music rather than traditional therapy. TerryLee Whetstone reflects on how rhythm, breath, and melody become his medicine—offering a sanctuary where vulnerability meets strength. Through poetic verses and soulful refrains, the piece reveals that therapy doesn't always wear a white coat; sometimes, it comes wrapped in sound, whispered in silence, and carried by the beat of one’s own heart. It's not just about pain—it's about transformation, resilience, and the ongoing journey of mending through music.

Winds With Whispers

2025-06-18T14:48:03.292Z

This is more than just a song — it’s an invitation to journey inward.
A soothing Native-style flute melody gently reaches into your mind,
then deeper still, into the quiet places of your soul. As the notes
unfold, you're lifted onto a soft white cloud, floating across an
endless sky, riding the winds over a rolling earth blanketed in
blooming flowers.
At one moment, you find yourself standing atop a mountain,
witnessing the sacred exchange between sun and moon — each
painting the sky with their own graceful palette. Light rays weave
through drifting clouds, as if blessing a single tree and lifting it to
glory.
That tree, twisted in its own unique beauty, stands alone on a small
island embraced by shimmering waters — the water of life. Sunlight
pours through the canopy of surrounding trees, casting a glow that
reminds us of nature's silent gift — the oxygen that sustains all.
As the lone tree watches the ever-shifting sky, its colors and patterns
remind us that time is always moving — and if we remain still for too
long, we risk being left behind.
The journey concludes at a lighthouse, its searching beam circling
endlessly. It whispers a quiet question: "Am I searching, or have I
found my path?"
And finally — stairs rise into the clouds, all bathed in white. A symbol
of transition. A farewell. A reflection.
And the final thought echoes gently in the soul:
When the time comes to leave our Mother Earth…
Did you leave behind a good footprint —
one etched in memory —
one that will live on?

Written: 04.19.2025 At: 01:39 PM, Sat.
TerryLee WHETSTONe

Before Children Sing

2025-06-17T15:29:13.553Z

The title "Before Children Sing" isn't meant to contradict the line
"Before children speak, they sing." Instead, it emphasizes that the
instinctive expression of art—like singing—emerges naturally even
before formal language develops. The title captures the idea that
artistic expression is inherent from the very beginning of life, a
pre-verbal language of its own. It’s a poetic nuance rather than a
conflict, suggesting that before children learn to speak, their very
essence is already filled with music and expression.

Where Time Still Walks

2025-06-16T13:48:56.972Z

“Where Time Still Walks”
An Instrumental Story by TerryLee Whetstone Though no words
are spoken, each note, each breath of silence, speaks of Life—
its joy, its sorrow, its sacred rhythm. Time does not pause; it
walks steadily, carrying with it memories that never fade. This
instrumental composition is not just music— it is a living archive.
It reminds us that we must remember, honor the truth, and pass
forward what we’ve learned. For if we forget, the shadows of
history may return. But if we listen deeply, we may hear the wisdom
carried in each sound, each rest, each vibration of breath.
Composed by TerryLee Whetstone
Music4Winds LLC / Ahwatukee Productions LLC