Tag: the silence between us

Blow Away

The subtle multi-layered air that held me drifts away and I fall into a new sound. A piano riff pounds at me, as subtle as a sledgehammer. In the background, a subtle guitar phrasing seems to mock the elegance that…

Row Jimmy

I have a secret. I want the impossible. I want to be safe. I want the impossible. I want my loved ones to be safe. I want the impossible. I want love to be something I can hold onto. I…

Fortune and Chance

And then, because sometimes it must, the improbable happened, and I fell onto something like a leaf. Not knowing who else to thank, I said a prayer to Fortune and Chance. It looked and felt like a leaf. Unlike a…

My fall felt as if it was correct. I had set out on a journey to fix something that was immutable. How else could it end? It was not comfortable, but it was comforting to know I no longer needed…

Loser

These beats fill me with a sense of foreboding. They are alluring. Part of me wants to relax into their comforting embrace. Comfort is the shade of a tree that provides well deserved rest after a long day. It is…

I fell from a mushroom cloud. I fell rapidly past the inches I had so painstakingly climbed. My fear was simple. I felt as if I was going to die and I did not want to die. My fear was…

Looks Like Rain

The punctuated notes that mirror our own finite existence fade away. In there place, the music shifts and a unbroken vibration rises up to that mirror my infinite emotions. Love reigns supreme. In the absence of love, the absence of…

Climbing the Mushroom

My search led me to a field of dark speckled flowers. Their thorns tore at me and left my hands bloody. By the time I reached the center I was panting and had to stop to rest. It was dark.…

Ramble On Rose

Nothing is pure. And so, the music is not pure. It is ethereal. It is luminous and a pure expression of itself. As are we all. The voices harmonize and echo and refract off each other. Each word, each note,…

Feel Like A Stranger

At first the song seemed awful. The piano was relentless and artificial. The lyrics evoked lust across a barroom floor – unfulfilling and empty. It’s often not wise to simply accept what the world gives. But… I decided to take…

Jam

Bee’s sense the world through electromagnetic waves. What does they see? What do they know? Music moves through time. Time is how the mind interprets a certain kind of movement. The world we see is a hallucination, tethered to our…