Movement I — The Nordic Overture (7–10 min)

It’s nearly midnight, and my heart is waking up,
Like a clock that’s been asleep but has finally had enough.
All the dreams I tried to bury start to rise into the light,
And I know I’m not alone here in the middle of the night.
It’s nearly midnight…
Nearly midnight....

It’s Nearly Midnight

Time is a teacher, it humble the proud,  
It soften the thunder, it quiet the crowd.  
It show us the beauty in growin’ old,  
In holdin’ the truth, in breakin’ the mold....

The Roots of Time

True Love, it rises with the sun,  
It sings in silence, never gone.  
No night can hush, no cold can bind  
The pulse that moves through heart and mind.  
It plants a rose where none have sown—  
True Love endures, and stands alone....

True Love (1)

These are the moments of joy and memories, Burning bright like stolen flames, We were wild, we were reckless, we were free, Screaming love into the rain. If tomorrow steals our glory, Let it try, we won’t pretend— ’Cause the moments of joy and memories Are the fire that never ends....

Moments Of Joy And Memories

We are firecrackers of sound, Lighting up the dark right now, Every spark is breaking ground, Hear the future screaming loud. We don’t fade, we don’t bow, We don’t wait for permission now, We are firecrackers of sound, Watch the night come crashing down....

🔥 We Are Firecrackers Of Sound 🔥

Time will tell if love is meant to stay,  
If we can find our way through every shadow in the day.  
Time will tell if hope can break the spell,  
If all the hurt we carried turns to something we can tell.  
I’m holding on, but only time will tell....

TIME WILL TELL

Freedom, freedom — let it flow,  
Through every heart, through high and low.  
Lift the weary, heal the pain,  
Let love and truth begin again.  
Freedom, freedom — come to stay,  
And guide us through the darkest day....

Freedom Freedom

Obsidian ways, where the echoes fall,  
where the light breaks thin on the ancient wall.  
Obsidian ways, where the dream‑winds call,  
and the world drifts slow into nothing at all....

OBSIDIAN WAYS

You are the fire in the heart’s winter,
Burning through the dark, pulling me nearer.
When the world turns cold, you make it shimmer—
Love like ours won’t disappear.
You are the fire in the heart’s winter,
Glowing in the storm, steady and clearer.
Hold me close and let the night surrender—
I am safe when you are here....

Fire in the Heart’s Winter

Stars on the waterline, calling me home,
Shining through the silence where the lost winds roam.
Every broken moment starts to realign,
When I see the stars on the waterline.
Hold me through the turning of the restless night,
Guide me with the shimmer of your quiet light.
Every dream I buried starts to rise and shine,
With the stars on the waterline....

Stars on the Waterline

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...

Movement I — The Nordic Overture (7–10 min)

Pétur Söebech Quinn