how does one describe the early hours of the morning in a warehouse?

chop, chop done P1 (22) V3.0 Song

the accountability algorithm V3.0 22

the  text came years ago, then the rhythm - finally the instruments...

where will you take me now? V3.0 - 2022

written in interval between life and death...

watching over me

so be it (inst.) I - III full version

It was after midnight in a strange area surrounded by metal walls in the middle of a festival, a kind of haven for trees and some caravans. I'm sure it had to do with black sheep. At least there were some of those too.

could you recall
how i smiled
when you came
through the door
made of hope
made of sand
made of soul
in your hand
is this enough
for to me
to take you
to make whole
and through light
reach the end
and through the dark
of my delight
sealed by your tear
I unfurl
my one wing
which shall be
wide enough
to us carry home
and enough
when alone
there by the gate
they await
and decry
the hours of I
the hours of you
I rest my case
in the forest of the sky.

there by the gate
they await
and decry
the hours of I
the hours of you
I rest my case
in the forest of the sky.

should I have been
more than this
should you have been
the only kiss
they await
and in turn
they take my hand
and enter in
is this enough
for to me
to take you
to make whole
and through light
reach the end
and through the dark
of my delight
in the forest of the sky
in the forest of the sky
in the forest of the sky
in the forest of the sky...

forest of the sky 1.0

i was interested in the layering of voice and instrument. so this happened. must have been passed midnight.

the wish of possible

Written some years ago, winter time. It marks a change in the perception of being here.

flowers & petals

a hybrid piece - accordion and bassoon somewhere there.

The futures frosted over
By the silver fishes din.

taken down the river

the fundament of us

This started in a caravan after midnight, thinking of things like shelter, box, night, curtain, window, small, ladder, chair.
We’re busy with paper, fear, drawing shapes in cotton, ladders and sometimes trees.

There is a storm outside and the caravan rocks to and fro. Something is knocking against the wall. I think it could be a bear but actually it's just the branch of a tree.
I’m never sure. In fact I usually have my headphones on so don’t really know 
who or what it might be. I look out of the window and dawn peers through the curtains.
This is always very inspiring.

in the midnight caravan

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