Sometimes the stories sing
Along the Way
I write stories. I write songs. Sometimes they arrive together and argue over who came first.
This little corner is for the songs — the ones that arrived insisting on a melody, and the moments they were sung in.
It is still getting dressed, slowly, the way a good second verse should.
Photographs, recordings, and little musical adventures will find their way here whenever they are ready.
Performance photographs
Original songs
Quiet explosions bloom
with swelling waves
inside my chest
Bouquets from secret gardens
bring with them
gentle deep caress
The taste of starlight
in the summer dark
Like fruit too pure to eat
This dance I love
under the warm rain’s touch
opens me leaf by tender leaf
Oh oh oh oh
Quiet explosions
In cosmic bliss
Oh oh oh oh
In eternal dance
We are timeless
Every promise kept
Even in the silent dark
True love unbound
The love that was
before our names
In us is found
The heart leans forward
Waiting, open
for another bloom
Impossible to close
Quiet explosions of love
Keep making infinite room
I Don’t want to fall asleep
It’s too delicious just for dreams
Your breath dances with mine
Stars and whispers realign
I Don’t want to fall asleep
Your breath dances with mine
You drift into my velvet heart-cave
like smoke unveiling secrets.
Your essence dissolves in me
like shadows kneeling at the altar.
My Divine welcomes Yours
freely, without claim.
Ancient tides caress us both
before they gently pull away.
You drift back into my velvet heart-cave,
a soft invasion.
You carry my warm whisper across the night
a ghost-silk constellation.
I unveil my wings of silk,
feathers barely brush your skin.
I send my glow to meet
your candle’s quiet flame.
We become the lantern,
kindling the new light
threads pulsing through
the secret core of the universe.
You drift back into my velvet heart-cave,
a soft invasion.
You carry my warm whisper across the night
a ghost-silk constellation.
We bloom wild and true
in the velvet starry night.
Shimmering silence sings,
ghost-silk threads entwining.
Poetry & Songs
Roots Remember Stars
Some words became songs. Others remained poems. Together, they found a home among the stars.
Explore the CollectionWhile the kettle boils
Every so often, a little letter leaves my writing room. It may carry a story, a song, a curious thought, or something the trees insisted I share.
Join the letter