Vlada Mars
@vladamars.bsky.social
Pianist and composer, dreamer and words weaver. Music available at itunes, amazon, spotify. Vancouver B.C. Canada/Belgrade Serbia
In the forest among the tall cedars, at the horizon where the sea kisses the stormy sky, laying on the grass watching the stars, the colours of sunset, in the silence filled with love between our two hearts. This is where my home is.
November 25, 2025 at 5:45 PM
In the forest among the tall cedars, at the horizon where the sea kisses the stormy sky, laying on the grass watching the stars, the colours of sunset, in the silence filled with love between our two hearts. This is where my home is.
Life will never be the same. It will be something different. And just like grief that comes in waves, joy will come too.
November 24, 2025 at 8:58 PM
Life will never be the same. It will be something different. And just like grief that comes in waves, joy will come too.
I love messy and raw. I love mistakes, typos and bad grammar. I love people who speak one language and dream in the other. I love passion and imperfection. I love our humanity.
November 21, 2025 at 5:52 PM
I love messy and raw. I love mistakes, typos and bad grammar. I love people who speak one language and dream in the other. I love passion and imperfection. I love our humanity.
Music sleeps in the silence of my heart, in the longing of my dreams, in the world where words are magic and you love me still.
November 20, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Music sleeps in the silence of my heart, in the longing of my dreams, in the world where words are magic and you love me still.
It takes courage to be gentle.
November 18, 2025 at 5:10 PM
It takes courage to be gentle.
I am aging differently from my friends. It is a lonely road. I am more open, more tender. While everyone around me is focused on their own comfort and themselves, I am looking outside, paying attention to the world. I see and feel everything. My life is evolving. I am growing.
November 17, 2025 at 5:26 PM
I am aging differently from my friends. It is a lonely road. I am more open, more tender. While everyone around me is focused on their own comfort and themselves, I am looking outside, paying attention to the world. I see and feel everything. My life is evolving. I am growing.
I just want to be, for a moment, lost in time with you.
November 15, 2025 at 1:00 PM
I just want to be, for a moment, lost in time with you.
Never underestimate the strength of art, poetry and music, even in the darkest times.
November 12, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Never underestimate the strength of art, poetry and music, even in the darkest times.
This past year I truly learned how to be alone. To go to the movies, to laugh at things by myself. To travel alone, visit art galleries. I learned to have meal at the restaurant and toast my reflection in the window. I learned to love my own company, to love myself.
November 8, 2025 at 3:18 PM
This past year I truly learned how to be alone. To go to the movies, to laugh at things by myself. To travel alone, visit art galleries. I learned to have meal at the restaurant and toast my reflection in the window. I learned to love my own company, to love myself.
Sadness is a poem I live in silence.
November 7, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Sadness is a poem I live in silence.
Write me into symphony of the wind. Paint me into the hues of the stormy sky. Love me like a raging sea.
November 6, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Write me into symphony of the wind. Paint me into the hues of the stormy sky. Love me like a raging sea.
Change is inevitable if we want to survive.
November 5, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Change is inevitable if we want to survive.
Every day I celebrate kindness, celebrate compassion, celebrate tenderness.
October 31, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Every day I celebrate kindness, celebrate compassion, celebrate tenderness.
The world needs people like us, people who get lost in the music, people who write poetry in the early morning hours, people who never give up on dreams, people who know that love is the answer.
October 30, 2025 at 2:13 PM
The world needs people like us, people who get lost in the music, people who write poetry in the early morning hours, people who never give up on dreams, people who know that love is the answer.
One day all the languages will be forgotten, but music will stay. Song of the bird. Whisper of the wind.
October 28, 2025 at 3:48 PM
One day all the languages will be forgotten, but music will stay. Song of the bird. Whisper of the wind.
Remember me when you think I am better.
Remember that there is no better in grief.
Remember that when I laugh and feel the joy of life I also cry.
Find words.
Words of truth.
It will never get easier.
This grief.
But I got you.
Remember that there is no better in grief.
Remember that when I laugh and feel the joy of life I also cry.
Find words.
Words of truth.
It will never get easier.
This grief.
But I got you.
October 27, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Remember me when you think I am better.
Remember that there is no better in grief.
Remember that when I laugh and feel the joy of life I also cry.
Find words.
Words of truth.
It will never get easier.
This grief.
But I got you.
Remember that there is no better in grief.
Remember that when I laugh and feel the joy of life I also cry.
Find words.
Words of truth.
It will never get easier.
This grief.
But I got you.
I lay under the falling leaves. There is no wind, no whisper, only an ache of my heart missing you.
October 25, 2025 at 11:46 AM
I lay under the falling leaves. There is no wind, no whisper, only an ache of my heart missing you.
Poem of Ordinary Things
(new music)
(new music)
October 23, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Poem of Ordinary Things
(new music)
(new music)
More bravery, more magic, more kindness, more dreams, more passion, more love.
October 22, 2025 at 2:44 PM
More bravery, more magic, more kindness, more dreams, more passion, more love.
I have sea under my skin. I have wind in my thoughts. I have a fire in my heart. Leave me wild, leave me free.
October 21, 2025 at 7:50 PM
I have sea under my skin. I have wind in my thoughts. I have a fire in my heart. Leave me wild, leave me free.
Everything inside me becomes more visible, more beautiful, when I love.
October 20, 2025 at 1:33 PM
Everything inside me becomes more visible, more beautiful, when I love.
But are you fluent in the language of sunsets
October 18, 2025 at 7:18 PM
But are you fluent in the language of sunsets
I want to be a poem of ordinary things.
October 17, 2025 at 8:01 PM
I want to be a poem of ordinary things.
Living free from
inhibitions
judgement
oppression
Living free from
rules
expectations
time tables
Living free for
openness
kindness
goodness
Living free for
passion
dreams
love
inhibitions
judgement
oppression
Living free from
rules
expectations
time tables
Living free for
openness
kindness
goodness
Living free for
passion
dreams
love
October 16, 2025 at 11:31 AM
Living free from
inhibitions
judgement
oppression
Living free from
rules
expectations
time tables
Living free for
openness
kindness
goodness
Living free for
passion
dreams
love
inhibitions
judgement
oppression
Living free from
rules
expectations
time tables
Living free for
openness
kindness
goodness
Living free for
passion
dreams
love