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The imagery of a man dancing in a field of poppies, feeling the weight of his worries lift as he moves, and then releasing liberty balloons is powerful. It symbolizes freedom, joy, and the lightness that comes with letting go.
"Getting Low" sounds like it captures this beautifully, celebrating the liberation and happiness that simple joys bring into our lives. It's these moments of spontaneous dance and celebration that remind us of the beauty in life.

Getting Low

I saw you in a dream last night
Dressed in stardust moon so bright
Whispered stories from afar
Here we’re dancing through the stars.

Fantasies and Dreams of Yesterday

The wind is painting shadows on the window,
While the world is wrapped in frost and light.
I hear the silence speak in whispers,
As the day fades into night.

Snowfall in the Quiet

Snow globes from our younger years
Dusty shelves hold back the tears
Old records spin till they decay
Memories of yesteryears yesterdays.

Yesteryears Yesterdays

The sun sets on this quiet town, We’re dancing shadows on the ground, In this moment, we’re lost and found, No rules, no chains to hold us down.

Anything Goes

Wandering through the fields of gold, Stories of my youth yet untold, With the wind upon my face so bold, This life of mine, it's uncontrolled.

Running Free

Walking down this winding road, Beneath the skies of blue and gold, I see the world, the stories it told, In these landscapes of magic, we unfold.

Landscapes of Magic

Walking through these empty streets, where shadows intertwine, Echoes of the past, they whisper, in the corners of my mind. The silence wraps around me like a lover lost in time, And the world feels cold, so cold tonight.

The World Feels Cold

I'm on a journey, through the night and day, Searching for a light that won't fade away. The road is rough, but I keep pressing on, Even though I'm far from where I belong.

Long Way From Home

Through the chaos and the noise, we search for something true, In the silence of the night, love's whisper comes to you. Like a beacon in the dark, guiding hearts that stray, Let there be love, to light our way.

Let There Be Love

Under the weight of dusk, the cane fields sigh Whispers caught in twilight's cloak pass by Old songs unravel, threads against the sky Where egrets scatter dreams as they fly.

Nothing Is Forever

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

Fantasies and Dreams of Yesterday

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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