Tomorrow Comes

Tomorrow comes with a gentle knock
And waits for us to open the door
It brings a new day, a fresh clock
And a chance to start over once more

Tomorrow comes with a hopeful smile
And invites us to join its dance
It offers a new path, a different style
And a spark of joy or romance

Tomorrow comes with a quiet voice
And asks us to listen to its song
It sings of a new choice, a better noise
And a harmony that lasts long

Tomorrow comes with a gentle knock
But it's up to us to open the lock

Tomorrow Comes

We ain’t like them — no mask, no pretend,  
We write our own law, let the ink transcend.  
From the roots to the crown, let the bloodline mend,  
We ain’t like them, and we won’t bend....

Ain’t Like Them

We left a lantern burning in the window high,  
For the hearts we were, for the reasons why.  
Through the frost on the glass, through the years that bend,  
It’s the light I keep for the place we end....

The Lantern We Left Burning

Oh, the night is a cipher, a velvet disguise,  
It hides all the answers in silver‑lit lies.  
Every breath is a lantern, each glance is a key,  
Unlocking the dark’s ancient alchemy....

The Night’s Cipher

Static turns into melody,  
Binary into poetry.  
I’m wired to the sound of you,  
In the circuit, the signal’s true....

Circuit of the Heart

Autumn starlight, carry me home Through the fields where the wild winds roam Let the choir rise, let the violins weep In the dream where our hearts still leap....

Autumn Starlight

Higher higher
Climbing through the wire
Higher higher
Burning through the choir
Higher
Till the stars expire....

Higher

Pulse machine, whisper me in Vocoder bridges, velvet spin Spoken commands in final light Electric soul, sleek and tight Pulse machine, don’t let me go Rhythmic fire, audio flow Pulse machine, whisper me in Start the spark beneath the skin....

Pulse Machine

The Night Is In

Where have all the flowers gone?  
Echoes fade, the night rolls on  
Spirals turn, the gyre spins slow  
Waiting for the seeds to grow....

Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Winter Symphony: Movement I (The Beginning of Frost....

Winter Symphony_ Movement I (The Beginning of Frost)

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...

Tomorrow Comes

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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