Beneath the oak where whispers sing
A shimmer dances on the spring
The faerie’s wing
So soft
So light
It steals the day
It bends the night...

The Faerie’s Wing

The moon hangs low heavy in the sky
Whispers drift through the quiet night air
I reach for something more than shadows
Nothing stays nothing holds nothing there...

Never Without Love

Staring at the cracks in the wall
Shadows whisper
Voices call
Lost in the ache of the night...

True Love Must Start

Sky burning red like it’s bleeding out
Winds howl loud shadows twist and shout
The pavement cracked under tired feet
Where did the summer go where’s the heat...

August Love Song

I burned the map threw it away
I don't need a guide for yesterday
The clock's a liar time's a cheat
But I’ve got fire beneath my feet...

It's Never Too Late

Heat sticks to my skin like glue
Moon hangs low the sky's deep blue
Cicadas hum they know the tune...

Hot Summer Night

Shadows fall where the light once stood
Every breath feels misunderstood
I tried to hold the world in my hands
But the cracks ran deeper than the plans...

Tenderly, In These Times

Emily you stood in the doorway
Light behind you a crown of gold
I never knew how to say the words
Froze in the moment like a story untold...

Emily

A shadow whispers to the ground
No words no sound
Just the weight of being here...

Within The Circle

The moon is cracked it bleeds out light
Streetlamps flicker in the fight
The air smells like burned-out stars
A neon war between our scars.

Riots In Dreamland

Under the weight of the sky
Feet sinking
Ground won't lie
The ocean whispers
It screams
Pull me under
Pull me clean...

Currents of Life

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 Faerie’s Wing

Pétur Söebech Quinn