schooled by
it the
quest
of quests

schooled by
it the
quest
of quests
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
when the light
divides into
infinite?
enter a new season
anew
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
only you
and this sound
and you know
like
the time taken
the the mind makin’
the fine place of
a you that is
this song
passing by
feeling shy
a fantasy
a quest?
a place to rest
a place of
respite
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
a secret perhaps
a dream of twins
latent wild
fire
on the tip of everything’s tongue
it’s the only way to win!
repentive
why so
replace ing
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
a begin again
a prayer
prayer a
plan b
a plan to see
here we are in the reprieve
such a nice place to be
leave
if you believe me
when I say
hey hey
baby
here we are in the recalled
where the night becomes a walled
garden and your dreams
repeat
and make some new new
true blue
through and through
you hue
new
hopes and dreams
dispense forthwith
I choose
this
evening
a way to take away
away to
take away
a moment in your place
a moment in space
climbing up that river valley
I was most good at
believing
went on a journey to see
what became of me
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
these things that are beginning
what am I doing?
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
yes there are nine… there are actually so so so many that I wish I was sharing with you right now. but. strange times. strange times.
I’m behind I’m behind the times!
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
no why
falling back into a dream
a continuity
btw I am trying to put out some live action action for you. hope you enjoy.
it’s getting hot
in there
somewhere
a river of delusion
a confusion
rushes over
like all news all the time
purposeful, deranging
underneath, the molten core
inside all the burning
a side affect of the turning
looking for to
volcano
looking for to
meld
here’s your gritty meditation for forever
everything you believed in
everything you held true
brought back down
by
any external force
nah.
at least we are together, put it on repeat let’s stay here forever.
dust the brush away the noise in the loop sequence in the clouds is making me feel excuse me while ish
not in that sense. more hopeful. but also aggravated.
I miss this dialogue
both the one with you and me
and the one with the sky where we signal how are you?
let’s just be together