Indiana Power & Light
A new series from Robert Müller
Tag: art
Hangtime
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.
Carnival
Hey sweetness, open your eyes There’s the arch of the state line Ohio seemed so far away ‘seems so far behind Colors flying under gray skies With a hand so cold inside mine On a ride spinning around and around At the carnival At the carnival So take me back to where I come from… Read More Carnival
Violet
right back where we began nice to see you here again darkness in the heart of summer but for stars without number teases like I shouldn’t wonder seductive currents pull you under right back where we began nice to see you here again listen for the little whispers feel the friction turn to blisters darkness in… Read More Violet
Rail
It just occurred to me Early to bed – early to rise No one here can hear me The breach is miles wide If I hold on tight she’ll shake loose On wings she’ll take to flight And look down on the secrets Of a world she’s left behind … It just occurred to me Don’t stare… Read More Rail
Ellipsis
… and the moon spinning out of control a world that’s turning upside down and the tide we face tomorrow if we get a chance we’ll get out of this place hop in my car and drive to the rain here we go again we’ll wake up and pretend there’s nothing more to say… Read More Ellipsis
One By One
we all have our reasons we turn our backs to time and reality for moments we tremble and we shine we all have a season each with our own kind to find a place in the sun we shiver and we shine autumn has its leaves spring its rain summer its wings winter its chains… Read More One By One
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
Exposure
Images merge together Details fade Though I can remember, much has been lost Clouded thoughts in a crowded place
Synesthesia
To anyone who has it, this must be deafening.
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