She tells me she's not like others who've come before
She reaches out her hand, I'm to take it
It feels like
Floating, Falling
Dreaming, Longing
All at once, and my eyes open

Like in a dream we walk forward, hand in hand
Toward The Great Edge, no ground in sight
With no plan for landing she says
"Trust me.
What comes in the unknown
We face together."
And so we jump, and we fall
With speed, into unknowns
Into new worlds.

The Satellite

It started from nothing 
It started from the best intentions
A message, a phone call, a letter
A truth be told
Without omissions
Every day we come back to
Beat a dead horse

You were departing 
Slipping away from this life
Both of you slipping into the dark
You were losing this battle
From the ashes grows
A Yellow flower stretching up
And burned by the sun

Impossible love
Impossible life
Impossible it was

Without Omissions

These tracks are far from perfect. The focus of each track is to quickly capture a song idea before it escapes. The main purpose is to share these song ideas with fellow musicians and artists to explore opportunities for collaborations.

Bimo