windchimes

With every sunrise, a story begins
Voices of nature, where the laughter spins
Clouds drift lazily, painting the skies
In this mellow moment, our spirits rise

[Verse]
Rustling leaves and the chill in the air
Whispering secrets that we gladly share
Dreamers in the sunset, hopes shining bright
As day turns to night, our hearts take flight

[Chorus]
In this cozy soundscape, let emotions flow
Hand in hand, through each ebb and glow
Underneath starlit skies, our dreams ignite
In this perfect harmony, everything feels right

Fluffy friends and bright
Computers sing a soft song
Water-sky so pure
Pine trees whisper tales
Deer-san walks by, gentle eyes
Tech-flowers bloom bright
No more work to do
Friends and nature hand-in-hand
Kind machines watch all
Under cherry blossoms' sway
Shadows dance as the sun plays
Whispers of the breeze, soft and sweet
In the heart of this place, where joy and nature meet

[Chorus]
With every beat, the world slows down
Lost in dreams, where happiness is found
Moonlight filters through the leaves
A gentle night, where the heart believes
With every strum of the guitar’s tune
Echoes of laughter beneath the moon

[Chorus]
Feel the rhythm of this serene space
With every heartbeat, find your place
Lazy afternoons in a world so bright
Canvas skies painted with twilight light

[Chorus]
Whispers of dreams float in the air
As we drift through stories, without a care
Every moment a treasure, in this cozy embrace
Where the heart finds comfort, and time slows its pace

[Verse]
Footprints in the sand, memories unfold
Together we wander, finding treasures untold
Sunsets wrapped in laughter, moonlight holding tight
In the rhythm of this space, everything feels right
Cityscapes and quiet nights
Neon dreams, starry sights
Floatin' on clouds, no worries tonight
With every heartbeat, we’ll take flight

[Chorus]
As the world sways, draped in gold
Stories of friendships waiting to be told
Through alleyways where echoes play
In this cozy soundscape, we’ll drift away

[Bridge]
Kites in the sky, colors blended bold
In this lo-fi embrace, our joys unfold
Humming softly to the moon's lullaby
With each pulse of the beat, together we fly

Yume no Kibō - Dream of Hope by Lori Yamamoto

(Verse 1)
Porch swing sighs softly,  
constellations trace our dreams—  
wonder in your eyes.  

(Verse 2)
Moonlit diamonds glow,  
your words paint my soul awake—  
wishes bloom like stars.  

(Verse 3)
Hands touch in the dark,  
a spark ignites without words—  
universe in us.  

(Verse 4) 
Beyond velvet skies,  
my heart always returns to  
your fierce, tender light.  

(Verse 5)
Starlight hits the ground,  
your touch stills the storm in me—  
fire whispers your name.  

(Verse 6)
Summer breeze laughing,  
one glance rewrote our story—  
stars aligned for us.  

(Verse 7)
World blurred before you,  
then—click—my soul knew its home:  
your heart’s quiet song.  

(Verse 8) 
After every storm,  
your arms are my shelter—  
puzzle pieces fit.  

(Verse 9)
Not thunder, but soft—  
a whisper in the silence:  
love grew without sound.  

(Verse 10)
Ancient stars above  
spun our paths to cross in time—  
souls knew from the start.  

(Verse 11)
In your arms, I rest,  
no more weary wandering—  
home is your heartbeat.  

(Verse 12)  
Roots deep in the earth,  
seasons change but we stay strong—  
sky watches us grow.  

(Verse 13) 
Your hand in mine now,  
a promise without speaking—  
forever shines here.  

(Verse 14)
Did our souls know first?  
Starlight remembers our love—  
journeying as one.  

(Verse 15)
Time cannot touch this—  
love etched before the world was,  
bright in endless night.  

(Outro)
Spirits knew before,  
stars wrote our fate in the dark—  
always yours and mine.

Our Starry Night by Lori Yamamoto

Rhythms of the Tropics

[Verse 1] 
My dear, I whisper—
each moment aches without you.
Love, you’re my heartbeat.

[Verse 2]
Only your name stays
written inside my soul’s scroll 
No one else could fit. 

[Verse 3] 
If you knew my heart,
how it blooms like spring sakura,
you’d never doubt me.

[Verse 4] 
Others bring sweet words, 
but my heart’s a locked treasure—
you hold the lone key.

[Verse 5]  
Darling, impossible!
No one shines brighter than you 
My moon, my first star 

[Verse 6]
No replacements bloom
in this garden made for two  
Forever yours—true

[Verse 7]
My dear, hear this vow
every sunrise whispers you
You’re my only home

Every Sunrise Whispers You by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1. Pleading[
Love, can’t you see now?
This heart trembles like spring rain
Darling, hold it close.

[Verse 2. Dreams & Longing]
I chase you in sleep,
through futures wrapped in silver mist…  
Will you wait for me?

[Verse 3. Warning]
Don’t trust fleeting flames
love grows slow like bamboo stalks,
strong through every storm.

[Verse 4.Unfaithful Fears]
You whisper “they lie,
yet doubt clings like autumn burrs…
My love stays rooted.

[Verse5. Suspicion]
Your changed eyes accuse
why can’t you see my promise
woven in my bones? 

[Verse6.Community’s Murmur] 
The village scowls,
but our love’s a stubborn bloom 
wild, defying walls.

[Verse7. Love & Anxiety]
Two threads in one cloth: 
gold joy and shadowed worry. 
Both make our love true.

[Verse 8. Silent Devotion]
I love without words, 
like moon adores the quiet sea—
no proof… just endless tide.

[Verse 9. Distance]
Your silence lingers, 
deeper than temple bells’ pause…
Still, I send my heart.

[Verse 10. Reassurance]
Closeness isn’t guilt—
see how my hands hold only you,
empty for no one.

[Verse 11.Eternal Flame]
This feeling won’t die,
even if you stray like wind...
I’m the lantern’s glow.

[Verse 12. Final Plea]
Don’t gift your heart twice—
let time braid our souls as one. 
Love me… trust the thread.

Take Care of This Heart by Lori Yamamoto

wholesome goodness for wholesome families 

Insane Train by Slop

Fred and Bob's Cosmic Adventure

Our Thread by Lori Yamamoto

Tiny fingers dance,
Softly, on the smooth white keys,
Notes begin to bloom.
All the chords, like gentle friends,
Singing sweet, as one we are.

Little notes whisper,
Each one finds its special place,
In our happy song.
Just like us, so soft and kind,
Everyone belongs right here.

Sparkly sounds twinkle,
A quiet, pretty music,
Blooming in my heart.
All the people, sweet and small,
Fit so nicely, just like notes.

In a world of colors bright,
Where dreams float like cherry blossoms,
We dance through the city nights,
With laughter echoing softly,

Little beats embrace the air,
As the stars twinkle in time.
Every moment, a fragile gift,
We share this melody divine.

Feel the rhythm, slow and sweet,
Let our hearts, in harmony, meet.


Notes Begin to Bloom by Lori Yamamoto

Feijoada joy,
Caipirinha's happy sip,
Samba starts to sway.
City sings, soft rain begins,
A gentle tune, thin and sweet.

São Paulo, my love,
And dear Rio, sunlit bright.
Beach waves whisper low,
Quiet secrets of the sea,
As the morning light appears.

Travel fills my heart,
Party lights, a happy dance.
Downtown, I will go,
New stories in windows old,
Dusty, waiting to be found

Warm coffee, sweet sips,
Morning light, a soft hello.
Quiet moments stay,
Stories whispered in the night,
As the gentle day fades out.

Old photos, soft gaze,
Forgotten tunes, hummed so low.
City starts to sleep,
Silver moon, a watchful friend,
Shining, silent, in the sky.

Orchids on the trees,
Rain's soft sound, a gentle wash.
Breeze whispers so light,
Memory brings bittersweet,
A quiet, soft, tender ease.

Feijoada Joy by Lori Yamamoto

The Fourth of July in the Time of Trump

The leaves outside my window don’t whisper anymore,
Just static in the evening, a hum behind the door. 
I used to hear them singing when the world felt too wide, 
Now it’s just the radiator keeping time inside.  

Funny how the silence grows teeth when you’re alone,
Gnawing on the edges of the love you used to own
Every face a rerun, every touch a trace—
When did all the colors start to fade to gray and grace?

Shadows used to dance here, long-limbed and slow,
Now they just lie tangled where the light won’t go. 
Promises? Oh, they’re brittle—sugar-spun and slight, 
Dissolving like the daylight stealing into night.

I keep turning pages, but the plot won’t twist, 
Just the same old questions in a different cursive script.  
"When does the weight grow lighter?" (The answer’s always vague—)
Maybe when I stop expecting life to bend or break

[Bridge]
But sometimes—just sometimes—the static clears,
And for half a heartbeat, the path appears:
No grand revelation, no cosmic "click," 
Just your hand in the darkness, steady and quick. 

[Outro]
So let the old ghosts linger, let the echoes spin, 
They’re just background music now, barely sinking in.
And if the leaves stay silent, well, that’s alright—
I’m learning how to listen to the quiet in the light. 


Static In The Evening by Lori Yamamoto

**1. Streetlights & Stillness** *(Verse 1)*  
Streetlights yawn softly, 
World hushed under woolen dark—
Blankets on the floor.
Children in untold stories,
Fridge hums a lullaby tune.

**2. Silver Thread (Chorus)** *(Chorus)*  
Moonlight scissors through
The blinds’ thin fabric—sudden, 
Cold and bright and sharp.
Let’s dance until our soles burn,
Pavement tasting our dreams.

**3. Café & Ghosts** *(Verse 2)*  
Red-white café sign  
Blinks like a drowsy lighthouse.
We are two shadows 
Carrying unopened doors, 
Yet the night feels like a flame. 

**4. Ephemeral Return** *(Bridge)*  
Are we just ghosts? No— 
Your laugh stitches me back to 
This breath, this heartbeat.
But when I reach for your hand,
Only moonlight fills my grip.  

**5. Gratitude** *(Outro)*  
"Thank you"—whispered to  
The moon, to your eyelashes,
To this fragile hour.
All we have is now, and now,
And now, until the light fades.

Streetlights Yawn Softly by Lori Yamamoto

sunlight tumbles
tiny puddles on the rug
coffee sighs cool
i trace the quiet lines again
my heart hums shy
a note that won’t quite land

hello morning
whispered just for me to hold
not in a shrine
but here beneath the window
cars rush past dreams
all my lost things float away

yet a small seed
of calm keeps breathing gentle
hello moment
i smile it soft like petals
and watch it glow

wren on the sill
puffed like a pocket lantern
hush, she sings too
three notes, then off to the sky
steam writes faint clouds
vanishing before i read them

my cup is round
it holds the whole quiet world
breath in, breath out
each one a tiny bell ring
dust mote drifts slow

a slow-motion shooting star
inside my chest
something settles like fresh snow
hello stillness
i fold the hush into now

Heart Hums Shy by Lori Yamamoto

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
Each time I try to hide,
my eyes stretch out and watch me.
I’ll proclaim it loud and clear.

[Chorus]
It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,
I’d still proclaim it loud and clear.

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
A sigh escapes at the bitter sorrow.

[Chorus]
It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,
I’d still proclaim it loud and clear—

beating on the pulse that makes me turn around.
Pretending not to care, I feign indifference.

I let the days I longed to see slip away,
adding the deep sea to the newborn sweat.
It’s going to fail…

[Chorus]
It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,
I’d still proclaim it loud and clear.

[Outro]
It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.
Pretending not to care, I feign indifference.

It's Going To Fail by Lori Yamamoto

hummingbird hush
soft feathers fade to dusk light
little voice turns
accent slips through quiet sky

thoughts i gathered
start to melt like sugar snow
they twist, they spin
finding gentle new refrains
raindrop whispers
tap the glass and slip away

who i once was
loosens like a ribbon bow
night folds me slow
a shy new self waves hello
moonlight tiptoes
peeks inside my open palm

pebble of breath
smooth and cool beneath the hush
shadows stretch small 
yawn into softer corners
clock ticks kindly
each click a tiny heartbeat

leaf outside nods
silver edges kiss the dark
i let go more
threads of old me drift like dandelion
new me giggles
barefoot inside the quiet

sky keeps blinking
one slow star at a time now
i bow gentle
and hum the changing tune home

Hummingbird Hush by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1]
We're the floss pick generation,
And we're coming to your town,
We're finding floss picks everywhere,
We even find them on the ground.

[Verse 2]
By a fence post, in the weeds,
Sown by careless, flossing deeds,
A tiny hook, a string so bright,
A public health and litter sight.

(Chorus)
From the sidewalk to the street,
In the gutter, at our feet,
We're the Friends of Floss Picks, on the hunt,
For a plastic oral stunt.

[verse 3]
Some see litter, a dirty shame,
But we see patterns, a plastic game,
Each one a story, left behind,
A dental trail for us to find.

[verse 4]
So if you see us looking down,
Searching all over town,
Don't be surprised or think it's odd,
We're just the floss pick mod squad

(Chorus)
From the sidewalk to the street,
In the gutter, at our feet,
We're the Friends of Floss Picks, on the hunt,
For a plastic oral stunt.

(Chorus)
From the sidewalk to the street,
In the gutter, at our feet,
We're the Friends of Floss Picks, on the hunt,
For a plastic oral stunt.

Midwest Dusk by Lori Yamamoto

desoto purrs  
soft as a shy cat stretching  
risotto warm  
steams tiny windows of night  
radio glow  
wraps the dash in honey light  
engine heartbeats  
a lullaby learned by rote  

road unbuttons  
wide as a yawn after naps  
secrets scatter  
like dandelion wishes  
i breathe them in  
they taste of maybe and soon  
horizon folds  
the distance into pockets  

fridge note flutters  
back home without my fingers  
ink still damp says  
“choose the version that’s kind”  
i blink at truth  
it wiggles like a loose tooth  
under big sky  
lies feel almost like clouds  
 
memory tumor  
myoma ghost in my chest  
ratios jangle  
numbers that never hugged right  
i let them drop  
out the window like receipts  
lonely song hums  
fresh and off-key and mine  

gas station tar  
shines like licorice puddles  
coffee smells old  
yet kind in a chipped mug way  
tiny toy truck  
red as a cherry promise  
i pocket joy  
it clicks against my keys  

stretching limbs out  
knots untie into ribbons  
steady light stays  
never scolds, only waits  
i nod hello  
to the quiet that follows  
royal pain gone  
crowns melt in the glovebox dust  

kingdom inside  
grows moss on forgotten thrones  
mind is a trail  
winding soft through pine hush  
riata road  
loops like a cat in my lap  
long way from home  
yet home hums under the hood  

oroya whispers  
a name i once tried on  
yam dreams crumble  
sweet and fleeting as cookies  
i keep driving  
each mile a gentle inhale  
the night cradles  
whatever i am becoming

Engine Heartbeats by Lori Yamamoto

screen softly glows  
your picture cups evening gold  
same quiet hue  
as the hush i keep folded  
my phone, small pond  
reflects your face like shy moon  
 
I ask how you're
holding the hours inside you  
truth leaks out slow  
you confessed, “i take you for granted” 
your words fall like a cracked sparrow  
we both watch it try to fly  

melody gift  
i hear you humming through wires  
guilt tiptoes in  
like socks on a creaking floor  
you whisper sorry  
into the space after beep  

i answer warm  
“no need to keep score of flaws  
we’ll stack days gently  
like sugar cubes in small tea”  
between our words  
a window cracks open wide  
  
i tell you new  
you’re still an unread letter  
sealed with starlight  
all i want is the paper  
i say “come closer  
we’ll trade secrets like stickers”  

pixels rise, fall  
tiny fireflies of your laugh  
i catch them soft  
in the jar of my ribcage  
yes, let’s explore  
door after door after door  

i’ll try, pinky swear  
to stay the person you see  
just us two spoons  
stirring the same quiet soup  
evening lingers  
holding the taste of maybe

Old Mister Moon Is Ever So Shy by Lori Yamamoto

heart-garden sighs
petals lean like tired dancers
spilling the sill
drama in soft pink whispers
a pixel bird
loops its tiny song all night
blue router light
paints the leaves in insomnia

drought inside me
watered only by glitch tears
when netflix blinks
and asks if i’m still watching
power cord sage
gnarled root above my grave
bury me here
under the gentle hum of loss

cracked phone screen sky
clouds made of thumbprint smudges
carve something small
no marble, no fuss, just this:
“she scrolled sweet,
she liked hearts like fireflies,
then pressed goodnight
let the battery dream deep”

In The Garden Of My Heart by Lori Yamamoto

too many miles  
stretch between our two kitchens  
i dial slow nine  
let the rotary sigh spin  
your voice arrives  
crackled like warm vinyl  

i mail a smile  
pressed in a small square photo  
sun on my cheek  
pale and a little crooked  
wait till we meet  
i’ll kiss the top of your head  
soft as a stamp  
still tasting envelope glue  
 
do we dare walk  
to the hush at the line’s end?  
i’ll pack cold rice  
into a plaid metal tin  
then we’ll just sit  
breathing the same quiet room  
our strange record  
spins wobbly lullabies  

all i need is  
the tiny bulb on your phone  
glow steady green  
like a night-light for my heart  
miles of black cord  
cannot tangle the small yes  
we keep whispered  
into plastic receivers



So Strange By Lori Yamamoto

hi gentle ghosts  
a voice drifted from café steam  
it spoke hush truths  
too shy for bright lights  
thread of night wove  
a concert no one else hears  
dream bandstand plays  
only my heart keeps the beat  

we trade shy notes  
by breathing in the same air  
one hundred heartbeats  
per turn, a tiny rosary  
melody first  
then harmony curls like smoke  
rhythm settles  
deep as knees in cool grass  
 
D climbs, E lifts  
F sharp blushes, G holds my hand  
small step, small fall  
inside one borrowed second  
kneeling inside  
the hush between two pulses  

bossa clave taps  
church shoes sneak onto street tiles  
off-beat giggle  
drum-soul tugs my sleeve loose  
dizzy kindness  
shakes the dust from my ribs  
quiet parade  
only we know the route  

measure one hush  
we pinch silence like cookie dough  
sustain, then snip  
a heart-shaped note floats away  
tap the wood skin  
piano becomes a window  
wind wanders through  
old temple stones, perfectly tilted  

a faraway chair  
coughs “not a masterpiece, dear”  
i smile polite  
masterpieces are too loud  
this is a spark  
slipping through the smallest gate  
thank you for coins  
that let two shy hearts orbit  
vive la soft  
the gentlest kind of riot

Small Music by Lori Yamamoto

before clocks ticked loud  
the sky kept a hush of blue  
a small girl stood  
sunlight poured like warm syrup  
something settled  
soft as dust on a doll cheek  
quiet knew her name  
and she answered without words  

houseplants breathed slow  
while grown-up shoes slept in rows  
night-light blinked shy  
a pink primrose on the sill  
peace tiptoed in  
curling around her ankles  
heartbeat steady  
like a lullaby hummed low  

small fingers traced  
the cool glass of the window  
stars looked back kind  
she believed they were listening  
a hand found hers  
paper-thin and peppermint  
kiss on the crown  
tasted of moon and mother  

she stored the calm  
in the pocket of her dress  
it wrinkled sweet  
later years unfolded loud  
she lost the map  
back to that three-year-old room  
but sometimes late  
the hush sneaks under the door  

she writes the tune  
backward, note by quiet note  
trying to catch  
the scent of primrose at dusk  
longing is gentle  
a shy cat asking to stay  
peace still whispers  
“i’m here, just listen softer”

Sunlight by Lori Yamamoto

grey sky spills slow
a curtain of soft pennies
i stand beneath
yet not one drop finds my skin
world drips away
like watercolor left out
i watch polite
feeling folds into pockets

wet clothes hug tight
pretending they know sorrow
underneath, dry
skin forgets how to shiver
quiet ocean
laps the doorstep of my ribs
one small corner
holds its breath and bars the gate

city blurs clear
into a polite watercolor
i own no map
no clock, no umbrella now
your love was spark
a struck match against cold wind
left only ash
cradled in my cupped palms

sky keeps crying
a steady hush on the roof
my tears retired
before they could leave home
i fade paper-thin
a thumb-smudge on the evening
echo of someone
who once danced without asking

wind tries a name
soft as moth wings at the glass
i stay silent
already folded away
moon walks past me
pretending not to notice
riverbed yawns
empty, lips cracked with dust

ache pours slowly
a bitter wine in the dark
laughter’s old seat
gathers quiet like moss
night leans closer
asks if i’m finished yet
i whisper maybe
and let the hush finish me

Blue Rain by Lori Yamamoto

Let Each Note Ring

earth hums rust low  
a slow bloom under our feet  
leaning light stands  
where the gray starts to tear  
quiet peeks out  
like a mouse from the wall  
  
plume eye blinks blue  
one, two, many shy sapphires  
feather asks sky  
how many blues can fit here?  
slide, split, spiral  
each curl a held breath  

five little beads  
crimson, indigo, old brass  
we are the loom  
but the loom is also us  
cracks sing tiny  
the only honest music  

wire inside hums  
tight as a clothesline in wind  
i feel it hum  
against the drum of my ribs  
language too soft  
for ears, only for skin 

we strum the hush  
sky yawns, lets the note go  
last feather falls  
a sigh lighter than paper  
tail becomes wind  
brushing the empty ground  


ash, echo, gone  
we melt back into morning  
peacock is air  
only the quiet remains

A Peacock Tale by Lori Yamamoto

do you like bacon  
or sausage curled like a cat  
maybe both too  
wrapped in warm blanket tortillas  
why so plain though  
just flour and sighs on the griddle  
yogurt looks sad  
does it hurt to spoon it up  

i love bacon  
it crackles like tiny applause  
thank you for ears  
they catch my silly crumbs  
movies save us  
from thinking too hard before noon  
drop-in surprise  
leave the dishes for later  

push and pull soft  
like toast popping up shyly  
uh… you nudged us  
and the butter melted quick  
kitchen giggles  
tiny sun through gingham sky  
breakfast ends sweet  
crumbs stay for the birds

Little Breakfast Questions by Lori Yamamoto

Safari ya Muziki

quiet lecture  
to the handful of fireflies  
journey feels odd  
discouragement hums low  
some voices off-key  
still they sit on the front step  
good or not good  
the porch swing keeps swinging  

i strum same chord  
move one pebble forward slow  
sing till stars yawn  
answers hide in the grass  
postcard i mail  
one stamp, maybe two hearts  
if i’m lucky  
a single smile is enough  

numbers don’t count  
humility tastes like tea  
swallow the fear  
warm cup against cold palms  
under soft moon  
i try another small tune  
plink, step, breathe  
the night stays politely indifferent  

when luck visits  
they whisper “we knew all along”  
i nod and blush  
they pat the shy cat of hope  
everyone says  
your little tune will arrive  
don’t give up yet  
the kettle still whistles gentle  

it’s coming soon  
they promise into the dusk  
i tuck the words  
into my cardigan pocket  
time walks barefoot  
down the long gravel road  
i hum low and  
meet it halfway with cookies

A Handful of Fireflies by Lori Yamamoto

old home dusk folds  
into one last cicada cry  
cardboard boxes  
smell of rice steam and cedar  
i wave shy bye  
to a sky not-quite-blue  

plane hums all night  
dreams spill like loose pachinko balls  
morning lands grey  
ypsilanti snow whispers  
nobody waves  
sidewalks stare then look away  
hello sticks fast  
to the roof of my mouth  

square peg heart knocks  
against round town’s quiet doors  
i smile crooked  
laughter falls out upside-down  
perfect maybe  
the only song i can hum  
off-key and soft  
still it keeps my hands warm  

street signs stand straight  
i wander diagonal paths  
english bends strange  
like paper cranes in rain  
they can’t fool me  
my crooked thoughts fit just fine  
inside coat sleeves  
lined with leftover home  

if you see me  
lost between stoplight and lake  
please don’t run off  
i carry small cookies  
friend-shaped pockets  
we can share the lost crumbs  
even if it  
makes no sense, like me



One Last Cicada Cry by Lori Yamamoto

Better than a chicken jumping rope backwards!

Egregious

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