//This planet has water
and this planet has air
and this planet has people that live in each
and for uncountable cycles each kept to themselves
until the day when both became one


//we feed on the light that filters down from the surface
but never ask where it comes from
the colour of this world balances on a blades edge
and questions bring turmoil to balance
so we keep our distance

Our only link to that aether realm
Is the hollow bones and damp feathers of the lifeless
We bury them in the sand, those whose remains drift down with the light
And in return, depart from this life to the surface,
To eternally drift in the above 

The strongest among us 
(Her eyes blinded to protect against the power of the light)
Has the honour of delivering these after-lives
She alone makes the journey to the surface And, unbeknownst to our people, lies in the in-between
Where the cool of the water melts with the heat of the sun on her scales
This is as close to heaven as one of us can be
And here, she is truly happy


//we feed on the vapour the light draws from the surface,
daring not to descend to lower atmospheres
for that still and calm and vast blue land 
hides danger unknown
and those who fall from these great heights seldom return

Our only duty to the land below
gather the stillbirth that disrupts the smooth unbreaking plane,
And put them to rest within a cloud, to return one day to the depth
Knowing that one day we too will be taken below the surface to face the eternal unknown

The bravest among us
Is gifted the duty of gathering the lost souls
He alone believes that the below surface is a world more beautiful than anything in the sky
But the light’s cascade across the surface
Offers only glimpses of shapes and colours beyond imagination
He dares not enter the water
The weight of wet feathers 
Would only drag him down
And these lungs were built to breathe sky alone
Hovering above the gentle shifting, to occasionally spot shadowy movement, is enough for now


//When the two deliverers first met
The unasked questions of the universe
Came to the surface in their minds 
But language did not allow for answers

Now they talk
In simple gestures and single sounds
He sits on her chest and shades her eyes from the sun so she can see that the colours of the ocean are mirrored in the sky

And sometimes she holds him up with strong fins while he holds his breath and finally watches the world underneath the world
And it is more than he imagined

when their journey is ended, their bodies will merge on the horizon
and drift away with the seafoam 
forever on the surface

The Surface

A piece about revisiting your old childhood home to find it changed irrevocably.

Moorookyle Ave

using samples an interview with popular evangelist and doomsday prophesier Hal Lindsey following a lecture about Armageddon and the end of days, this piece deconstructs the hypocrisy present in christian interpretation of the bible, particularly by those seeking financial gain from fooling vulnerable people

organ is improvised in response to the textual material

Questions And Answers (wip)

Budapest

Going Nowhere

Composition for Vocal + Effects 
a demonstration of my thoughts and feelings about death and birth and reincarnation? who knows

Infinity Becomes You

Porch Light Toothbrush Microwave Music With Scrambled Eggs

3rd Project for Uni - Bit Dancey this time

Life and Living It

Living with You

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These are my little side projects and silly vibes music. More coming soon

Winnie Trappett