Steps on the floor dust swirling round
A shadow moved no sound no sound
I reached out the air broke apart
It was a dream tearing at my heart...

It Was A Dream

City lights blur into the rain, Every street remembers my name. I’ve been chasing shadows in the glare, Looking for a truth that isn’t there. The night leans in, it whispers low, “Every seed you plant will grow.” But my hands are empty, my voice is thin, And I’m still searching for where to begin....

Falling Down

– whispered / vocoder] Light… in motion. Circuits… dreaming. We are… electric....

Electro Lux

The wind has begun to taste of copper leaves, And the evenings lean closer to the earth. Shadows stretch like tired hands across the fields, Gathering the last warmth of the sun. Somewhere, a bird rehearses its farewell, And the river carries the sound away....

September Is Soon Coming

This is a love song to you — Carved in the hush between heartbeats. It carries the scent of rain on stone, And the warmth of a fire in winter. This is a love song to you — Not bound by the weight of time, But drifting like light through an open door, Finding you, again and again....

A Love Song To You

Farewell, blossoms of summer — Your colors fade into memory’s light. I will keep your fragrance in my heart, Through the long and patient night. Farewell, blossoms of summer — You have taught me how to let go, How to love the beauty in passing, And the seeds we may never sow....

Farewell Blossoms of Summer

Tomorrow sunshine — You will find me where the shadows end. Tomorrow sunshine — You will warm the places I can’t mend. Through the frost, through the rain, Through the weight of all I’ve known, Tomorrow sunshine — You will guide me home....

Tomorrow Sunshine

Sunday evening, here I come — Through the quiet, through the glow. Carrying the week like a worn‑out coat, Letting the small things go. Sunday evening, here I come — With the night’s first star in view, And the promise of a gentler dawn Waiting somewhere new....

Sunday Evening Here I Come

He strides in time with a syncopated plan,
A tilt of his hat, oh, the Jazzy Jazzy Man.
The streets hum his tune, the lamps sway in delight,
Every note he breathes ignites the velvet night....

Jazzy Jazzy Man

Where did the innocence go?
Was it lost in the ebb and flow?
The laughter fades, the shadows grow,
Oh, where did the innocence go?

The Ballad Of Innocence

The Marrying Overture

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...

It Was A Dream

Pétur Söebech Quinn