Gold dawn spills across the ancient hills  
Where braided rivers carve the land unknown  
Your voice drifts soft like mist upon the mills  
I trace its wake and feel the pull of home  ....

Rivers Of Fortune

First light cracks the sky, a promise on the wind  
We chase the fading shadows of the roads we’ve been  
Every heartbeat pulses with a question undefined  
But hope is at the window, waiting to be kind ....

Every Day Has Its Time

Midnight Music

He walked through silver birch with footprints edged in frost  
A lone silhouette beneath the pale aurora sky  
His eyes held ancient stories of everything once lost  
Yet every whispered secret felt like mine to amplify...

The Man From The North

In midnight’s quiet hum I hear our secret code  
A silver pulse of longing down a thousand miles of road  
No paper trail can capture what these currents hold inside  
Your whispered “I’m still here” rides the wavelengths of the night....  

Hope in the Electrons

The morning drapes its light across an empty mile  
Frost still clings to fences, like a hesitant smile  
I hear your voice in echoes down a crooked lane  
Telling me the journey is the prize, not the claim ....

The Road Is Not Won

There’s a streetlamp humming in the misty rain  
Your shadow’s stretched like a runaway train  
I hear your words in the cracks of the night  
Soft as the truth when it hides from the light ....

Secrets In The Palm Of Your Hand

Under silver‑washed skies, the city’s asleep,  
But our shadows keep talking in promises they keep.  
Every breath is a secret, a vow without sound,  
Your hand finds my heartbeat, the whole world unwound....  

In The Name of Affection

Neon horizons in the afterglow,  
Wheels hum low where the night winds blow.  
Silver lines stretch into the dawn,  
Every mile a place where the shadows are gone....

Bring Peace

Sunlight drifts through the turning leaves,  
Falling gold on a breath that believes.  
No hands grasp, no voices bind,  
Only the wind, and a listening mind....

Let Love Come the Easy Way

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...

In The Name of Affection

Pétur Söebech Quinn