NEW SONG – ties that bind
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.
Tag: abstract art
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Does anyone know the way home? Can anyone recall when it was traveled last? The light is dying – the cold is coming fast. I wish I could remember the way home. Every path seems to wander free Far from where I long to be Spiral inward to that place – A mother’s touch, a… Read More Home
Frail
Time moves backward slowly In a gentle arc With the kindest eyes That only see what you make real And what you feel As you you trace your fingers Along the soft edges Suspended by the finest threads That are gone the very moment You realize they are there
Synesthesia
To anyone who has it, this must be deafening.
Cerulean
And all that comes after, after the laughter, when you can’t hold your breath for one more second, and all the world is turning blue, is you. All that’s left is you.
Silence
I’ve been a fool – stumbling in search of light where there is no light, listening for a voice I have long since forgotten. I’ve been a dreamer – believing others believe like me, thinking I can find a place to fit in their world. I’ve been a fool – and everywhere there is silence.
Primary
and the light kicks up some dust around my heart like in the beginning just before we were
Robert Müller and the Way Home 