stun
grow
stun
collapse
grow
stun

stun
grow
stun
collapse
grow
stun
it’ll all make
an appearance
you’ll announce it
I’m forever
that tea under that tree
a hawk I believe flying over head
at that v
where the creeks meet
on a thread
walking wandering
the feather of someone else’s thought
a timeline a wandering
amidst ourselves in the empty
pastures tended in a sage patience
unaware of every little bloom
the forgotten weeds make
the only path forward
mine away sleep away time away
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
hmmmmm?
a full day to rue the day
wish which way you’d like to play
and go again another day
call for entry
rain and noise and rain and noise
it’s all noise yeah?
oh you don’t
really know me at all
oh you don’t really know
what you’re missing
a kissing
a blissing
a missed opportunity behold
oh you know you don’t know
you might wonder, where all the missing numbers go
into the ether here
why now do I find
a floating kind of island
it’s just where
I sit
though I am not aware
which makes me sad
I wish I were
there
then it can all be
what if “I” am invisible what if I can see right through I
also I decided to make ambient music
on which line
is my trajectory
????
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
choose your adventurer
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
yup, I did get *really* creative with naming these three.
I would like to maybe release these as an ep together. I might add one or two more, depending on how time flies.
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.
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
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