Name: The Clockwork of Time by Pétur Söebech Quinn
Duration: 4 min 5 s
Description: Silver hands in the shadowed sky, Turning slow as the stars drift by, Every gear is a breath we take, Every tick is a choice we make....

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

Morning breaks on an open street, Golden light where the dreamers meet. Every step hums a gentle tune, Like flowers swaying under June....

Peace and Freedom

Cold light spilling over harbour waves  
Morning mist curls where the gulls misbehave  
Amber leaves chase the wind through the square  
Something in the air says change is there....  

Fresh Daydreams from the North

Silver hands in the shadowed sky, Turning slow as the stars drift by, Every gear is a breath we take, Every tick is a choice we make....

The Clockwork of Time

I’ve walked through cities made of stone,  
Where silence ruled and hearts were lone,  
I’ve heard the chains beneath the skin,  
And felt the fire that burns within....

Walk the Way of Freedom

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...

The Clockwork of Time

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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