•March 1, 2017 • Leave a Comment


it’s been too long
we’ve been aching for days
to reach back into light
and stretch our legs

we’re all running in place
stand still and it’s plain to see
if only for moment
we believe we are free

it’s been too long
since we stretched for the light
it’s been too long
since we took root in flight

and if we cry, we cry
and talk among the trees
whispering softly
with the promise of spring

we’re all running in place
it’s all plain to see
pretending to stand still
believing we’re free

but it’s been too long
since we stretched for the light
it’s been too long
so we yawn …
and stretch for a fight

New Threnody

•November 19, 2016 • Leave a Comment

These are lyrics to a song I wrote shortly after my dad passed away. Sadly, I just discovered that someone I hadn’t seen in quite a while, but still very dear to me, had died night before last.
It reminded me of a beautiful, yet terrible, dream I had where I had what seemed a kind of omniscient perspective. My daughter was still very young, and I could see her and my lovely wife, but only as a satellite or a cloud would.
The more lucid the dream became the more beautiful it was, but it also became clear I was no longer a part of their world.
My wife looked up and, for a moment, our eyes met. She began to gently cry and said the last line of the song.

That’s when I woke up … Or did I?

Robert Müller and the Way Home

Lie down in the yarrow of the field
Let yourself be swallowed
By waves of deep green
And lose the notion that it all might be a dream
Upon new grass, become a love supreme

An unfortunate soul trying to break through
Caught in the power lines of a fortunate few
Say a prayer for me in loving memory
Of all I was, and all I meant to be

It’s raining in the streets of London
I can feel it from the fringes of this desert town
Lonely as a cloud, I wander ’round without a sound …
Can you feel me?

Lie down as summer sounds retreat
Adrift onAugust’s ocean
Draw in your relief
If you dare to dream andshake the tether free
When you decide you’ll find a love supreme

Oh, the sky’s alive when she looks for me
With the kindest eyes she says goodbye
I guess…

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•November 2, 2016 • Leave a Comment

It’s a matter of perspective
To see outside the lines
To extend beyond yourself
And your borders
Realize it’s all a false construct
You and me is no different than us and them
Unless you believe it
It’s a matter of perspective


•October 11, 2016 • Leave a Comment


and just like that
i forget to breathe again
suspended midair
just like i remember

december will be here
and gone like a train
where i’m left standing
… gone like a train

and just like that
i forget to breathe again
suspended midair
just like i remember

NEW SONG – ties that bind

•May 24, 2016 • Leave a Comment

This is an unusual occurrence of a lyrics-first song. The changing time signatures keep things interesting, but the song remains very accessible.

You can find the lyrics here.

Indiana Power & Light

•February 20, 2016 • Leave a Comment

A new series from Robert Müller



•December 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment


It’s always unnerving listening to playback in the studio. Not unlike being suspended in midair; either waiting for your wings to take flight, or gravity to take hold and send you plummeting.

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