Beautiful delicate piece of art - everything about this works so well - sparse arrangement with lyrically complex and sincere thoughts and musings.

Pověz mi...

New wars are raging, now in Gaza, I wish I could hug all the people who suffer them in first person, for all the hugs not given. Hold me close.


SI DEBO MORIR

Si debo morir, tú debes vivir para contar mi historia,  para vender mis cosas, comprar un trozo de tela y algunas cuerdas, (hazlo blanco con una cola larga) para que un niño, en algún lugar de Gaza…

mientras mira el cielo a los ojos esperando a su padre que se fue en llamas —y no te despidas de nadie, ni siquiera a su carne, ni siquiera a si mismo— Ve la cometa, mi cometa que tú hiciste, volando arriba  y piensa por un momento que un ángel está ahí, trae de vuelta el amor.

1979-2023 Refaat Alareer

Si debo morir  deja que traiga esperanza… deja que sea un cuento.

Artwork cover by aura.songs

Hold Me Close

hold me close

on a quiet evening

Interwoven for String Quartet

Lyrics in Irish Gaelic:

[Intro - Whispered harmonies]
Solas... solas...
Fuaim na farraige...
Glór na spéire...

[Verse 1]
I bhfoscadh na réaltaí,
Fuaim na gaoithe ag canadh,
Mo chroí ag éisteacht go ciúin,
Le teanga na solais.

[Hook]
Canadh ón spéir,
Ar sciathán na síochána,
Le solas i ngach tonn,
Mé ag éirí os cionn.

[Verse 2]
Scáthanna ag imeacht,
Le gach nóta ceoil,
Anam ag éirí níos éadroime,
Agus suaimhneas ag teacht.

[Chorus]
Solas ag lonrú tríd an dorchadas,
Ag tabhairt síochána dom,
Gach tonn ag tabhairt faoiseamh,
I ngileacht na réaltaí.

[Verse 3]
Féach an ghealach, ag siúl leis an stoirm,
A cuid solais fós socair, fós te,
Ní bhíonn aon eagla san oíche,
Nuair a ghluaiseann an solas leat.

[Hook]
Solas i mo shúile,
Rún i mo chroí,
Gach céim ina ghluaiseacht,
I dteanga nach n-imíonn choíche.

[Bridge - Instrumental with soft Gaelic whispers]
Glanann an t-aer...
An fharraige ag caoineadh le háthas...
Sa dorchadas, tagann an solas.

[Final Chorus]
Solas ag lonrú tríd an dorchadas,
Ag tabhairt síochána dom,
Gach tonn ag tabhairt faoiseamh,
I ngileacht na réaltaí.

[Outro - Fading harmonies & whispers]
Teanga... na solais...
Canadh síoraí...
Mo chroí... saor...

Lyrics in English:

[Verse 1]
When the dark comes to the land
I hear your breath in the wind
A voice soft like a morning mist
Carrying peace to my soul

[Hook]
Waves of light, carry me far
Over sea, over dream and star
Let me rest where no pain will go
In your light, I will be whole

[Verse 2]
The forest sings your gentle song
Leaves whisper of your name
I follow paths I’ve never walked
Yet they lead me home again

[Hook]
Waves of light, carry me far
Over sea, over dream and star
Let me rest where no pain will go
In your light, I will be whole

[Bridge]
Take me now, oh silver tide
To the heart of calm and grace
Wash away what fear has stained
With your breath, I find my place

[Final Hook]
Waves of light, carry me far
Where the sky and ocean meet
No more sorrow, no more cries
Only love, soft and sweet

[Outro – fading echoes, distant harmonies]

Waves of Light (Tonn Solais) - Feat. Belle

Une chanson qui parle d’un gars qui vit un gros chagrin d’amour.
Il a perdu celle qu’y aimait, pis il s’traîne la culpabilité de l’avoir échappée.
Même s’il essaie de s’anesthésier avec la route, les distractions pis la musique, y’est pas capable d’oublier.

La nature autour — la terre rouge, le ciel gris — c’est comme un miroir de c’qui se passe dans son cœur.

C’est une toune de peine, de route, pis de survie.
Parce que des fois, la seule chose qu’y reste à faire, c’est de chanter pour pas s’éteindre.

Terre Rouge

I saw him
I saw him
The street narrow, his body thin,
The Gazan boy, no more than ten—  
lifting flesh from stone,  
as if it were his own. 

No scream,  
no breath to stir his chest.  
Just hands,  
just eyes,  
moving between  
the scattered rest.

Alone—  
he moved with quiet grace.  
No mother’s cry,  
no sheltering face.  
A plastic bag,  
a steady hand—  
he picked the pieces  
from the sand.

I never knew  
whose bones he bore.  
And maybe—  
just maybe
he’ll live a little more.  
But if he does,  
he’ll walk ahead  
with those same eyes,  
those steps of lead,  
pain in the heart
question in the head

Whose country is this,  
after all this fire?  
Whose land remains  
when children retire  
their grief for an answer  
no land can hold—  
no homeland,  
no exile,  
no story retold—  
their wound passed down  
like language, like breath,  
their life a silence,  
mistaken for death.


Maybe the boy  
will live to teach—  
how flesh once felt  
inside a bag,  
or how the voices we promised  
went still, went black.  
But even he  
will have no reply  
to someone so far,  
still asking  
why.

No breath,  
no cry,  
just hands  
and eyes  
still reaching  
for what  
survives.



Based on a post by Fedaa Zeyad, Gaza

Question of Flesh (A Boy In Gaza)

🌫 Before birds sang. Before light broke. There was this.

“Quintessence” is a five-voiced meditation:
the Self, the Land, the Lost One, Time, and the Universe—
each whispering through silence what words can barely hold.

This isn’t a song. It’s an invocation.
Steam from a forgotten cup. A breath beneath the soil.
A soul crossing fences of memory and myth.

Guitar carries the echo.
Stillness carries the weight.
What remains is not proof—but presence.

🎙️ Spoken verses, ambient strings, ghosted harmony.
🔭 A slow reveal of all we are when we stop asking.

You are not broken.
You are Quintessence.

Quintessence

Gregorian Chant, Latin Chant, Sacred Music, Catholic Hymns, Monastic Chant, Spiritual Music, Liturgical Music, Medieval Music, Latin Prayer,

Aurora misericordiae venit

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