Oh, love’s not the thunder, It’s the hum beneath the song, It’s the place where all the restless hearts Can finally belong. And I don’t need a reason, I don’t need to make a stand— I just need the quiet Of your hands....

In the Quiet of Your Hands

The spider holds a silver ball,
A glint of dusk in shadow’s sprawl.
Threads like whispers, soft and tight,
A maze of silk in the dead of night.
Each strand hums, a quiet plea,
What’s caught in there? Perhaps it’s me....

The Spider Holds A Silver Ball

In this brief gust of wind
I find you again
In this brief gust of wind
Our love won't end
Just a touch
Just a spin
In this brief gust of wind....

In This Brief Gust Of Wind

Dance and touch the moment (touch the moment!)
Lose yourself
Don’t postpone it
Feel it now
Don’t let it fade (don’t let it fade!)
Dance and touch the moment
It’s made....

Dance And Touch The Moment

Oh
The sea
Oh
The sea!
Endless rhythm
Wild and free
It holds my soul
It holds my key—
Oh
The sea
Oh
The sea!

Ballad For The Sea

Oh, the horizon, where the heart takes flight,
A borderless world bathed in light.
Chasing shadows, chasing time,
The edge of the earth, so sublime....

The Horizon Song

I made my sprint chip just for you
Through fire rain skies torn in two
I ran and ran till the world withdrew
I made my sprint chip just for you...

I Made My Sprint Chip, Just For You

We need to get nearer
Nearer than now
Closer than the promise we somehow allow
No more distance
No more fear
We need to get nearer
We need to get near....

We Need To Get Nearer

The ways of love they twist they turn
A fire so gentle yet it burns
A sea of hearts where we all yearn
The ways of love we’ll never learn....

The Ways of Love

It’s all about nothing nothing at all
Rise and crumble crash and fall
It just comes and goes
It just comes and goes....

It's All About Nothing

Night beautiful night you dance so slow
Wrap me in darkness where dreams overflow
Night beautiful night you hold me tight
A lover’s embrace in the velvet light....

Night Beautiful Night

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 Quiet of Your Hands

Pétur Söebech Quinn