E. E. Cummings' poems are a treasure for musical creation...

Musical adaptations of Cummings' poems

May I Feel Said He - Live in Kabul

WORSHIP WHAT YOU WRECKED is a dark soul / glitch-pop anthem of haunting empowerment and poetic vengeance.
This is not a love song.
It’s a requiem for what you ruined — and a shrine I built from the ashes.

Smoldering with velvet fury, the track unfolds from icy restraint into a blaze of emotional release.
For everyone who’s ever been broken, and rose sacred in their scars.

🖤 "Say my name like it’s a debt. Worship what you wrecked."

Worship What You Wrecked

[Verse 1]
You touched me like a prayer you’d never keep
Then left me ringing empty through the nave
Your love was smoke in sacred shapes
A hymn you hummed, then let decay

I was gold beneath your grief-stained hands
But mercy breaks when begged too long
Now I bloom where silence used to bleed—
A shrine you thought was gone

[Pre-Chorus]
Now you light candles for the ghost
Of what you couldn’t hold, or name
You speak my ruins like a vow
But I don't rise for shame

[Chorus]
Worship what you wrecked
Bow before the ashes left
Sing your sorrow to the cracks
Of the altar where you fled
You loved me careless, called it fate
But now you kneel too late
Worship what you wrecked—
This temple don’t forgive regret

[Verse 2]
I wore my worth in threads you chose to tear
Then stitched my name in burning lace
You thought I’d vanish in the smoke
But I became the blaze

You tasted thunder, called it rain
Took softness like a souvenir
But I’m not made for gentle use—
I'm fury dressed in chandelier

[Pre-Chorus]
You whisper prayers to broken glass
As if they’d turn to grace again
But I don’t rise from what you ask—
I rise to end your reign

[Chorus]
Worship what you wrecked
Bow before the ashes left
Sing your sorrow to the cracks
Of the altar where you fled
You loved me careless, called it fate
But now you kneel too late
Worship what you wrecked—
This temple don’t forgive regret

[Bridge]
(raw, rising vocal)
Don’t beg the fire not to burn
When you were the match I mourned
Don’t call me holy now you’ve seen
The curse behind the form
I was never yours to spare
Just yours to lose
And now I bloom—
In every bruise

[Final Chorus]
(full release, layered vocals)
Worship what you wrecked
Say my name like it’s a debt
Kiss the smoke that won’t forget
The shrine you left for dead
I rose from wreckage, draped in flame
Don’t touch me now, don’t speak my name
Worship what you wrecked—
And burn with what you never kept

[Outro]
(whispered, echoing)
Burn… with what you never kept...
Worship what you wrecked...

Worship What You Wrecked

All in green went my love riding

Lily has a rose

What if a much of a which of a wind

If everything happens that can't be done

I am a little church (no great cathedral)

The album "Ashes Bloom: Dark vs Light" is a double story told through sound.
The first half — Darkness — carries the weight of broken hearts, shadows, and fading echoes.
The second half — Light — reflects the same emotions in a brighter, more intimate way, like flowers rising from ashes.

Each track exists in duality: one dramatic, one alive. Together, they create a journey through loss, transformation, and rebirth — a mirror of a soul rediscovering itself.

This is not just music. It’s a confession, a haunting dream, and a gentle resurrection.

Ashes Bloom: Dark vs Light

Silent Cathedral - Dark

🎶 Build an Empire

No Love in the Ghetto

And I Drink My Coffee Slowly

🧨I gave you my hours / You gave me your weight
Now I’m crawling through the wreckage / Of every yesterday
You said it was love, but it felt like a job
Clocked in every morning, just praying you'd stop
You drained me dry, like a desert in June
Now I’m burnt out, broke down, howlin’ at the moon
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m exhausted—every nerve’s been frayed
Worn out like denim that’s been dragged through the rain
Spent all my spark on your cold little flame
Now I’m weary, and you don’t even know my name
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
You called it passion, I called it pain
You played your part, I took the blame
Burned out, bruised, and emotionally strained
Fatigued from the fight, but still stuck in the game
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
Every word you said was a weight on my name
I gave you rhythm, you gave me rust
Now I’m screaming through the static—just give me back my trust
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
I’m not tired—I’m done.
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You.... lit....... the fuse.......


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INNERSHIFT

Halfway Sparks

When the world began collapsing
under every breath I broke,
you held my trembling spirit
like a vow you never spoke.
My faith was fading quietly,
but your shadow didn’t stray—
you stood beside the wreck of me
as the light was stripped away.

You said, “Angel, don’t fear ruin—
I don’t run when darkness calls.”
And in your voice, I heard a truth
that steadied every fall.

He stayed through the ruin—
through the fractures, through the flame.
Held my breaking like a blessing,
whispered mercy on my name.
He stayed through the ruin—
when the heavens let me go.
He stayed, he stayed—
and loved me through the wreckage slow.

My halo cracked at midnight,
splintered light across the floor;
my wings, once white as scripture,
tore open at their core.
Feathers fell like dying snow,
scattering where hope had been—
and you gathered every trembling piece
and pulled me close again.

You whispered, “Losing heaven
doesn’t make you less divine.”
And in your arms, my broken grace
still felt like something holy, mine.

He stayed through the ruin—
through the fractures, through the flame.
Held my breaking like a blessing,
whispered mercy on my name.
He stayed through the ruin—
when the heavens let me go.
He stayed, he stayed—
and loved me through the wreckage slow.

Love is not the saving—
it’s the staying through the fall.
You proved devotion’s truest form
is choosing me through all.

“I’m here,” you breathed—
“even wingless, even halo-less.”

He stayed through the ruin—
held my darkness like a vow.
He stayed when angels turned away,
when heaven disavowed.
He stayed through the ruin—
through the fire, through the cold—
his devotion in my unmaking
was the holiest story told.

In his arms,
my fallen self
finally
rested.

Through My Ruin

I confess ... I'm experimenting for some time now with AI-assisted music creation ... I don't reject this "revolution"... I'm trying to find a reasonable place there :) 

FRENCH "MUSIC DESIGNER"
performed by 
The Shimmering Meadow Symphony Orchestra (S.M.S.O.)
virtual musicians under my command
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Crédit photo : Ryan McGUIRE

I am a little church (no great cathedral)

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