The Whisperer of Reeds by Tony Gibbs
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The Whisperer of Reeds

In the stillness of the twilight, where the shadows softly creep,
A tale of the Whisperer stirs from the depths of sleep.
Like desert reeds she sways gently beneath the silver glow,
Her voice a whispered prophecy, a truth few ever know.

With hair like the golden wheat, and eyes that reflect the skies,
A guardian of the secrets that the wild wind only sighs.
She walks through gentle valleys, where the river bends and sways,
While the nightingale sings her songs of love and of the days.

Oh, call her the Whisperer, in her arms the world is still,
She breathes the ancient stories, of the forest, field, and hill.
Hushed tones of nature’s melody fill the air with grace,
As she dances with the moonlight in this sacred, timeless place.

With every sway and every turn, she feels the echoes of time,
Not the steel and fire calling out in a distant chime.
While dark clouds gather ’bove her and tempests clash and burn,
Still she whispers to the grasses, for the world will yet return.

In her heart the winds are howling, in her soul the thunder speaks,
But the gentleness of nature flows through her like river creeks.
Though shadows can be daunting, and the night may seem to reign,
She stands firm, the Whisperer, through the joy and through the pain.

Her kin may feel the tremors of the chaos drawing near,
Yet she listens to the stories that the ancient spirits hear.
In the flicker of the starlight, she can see the paths unfold,
A future painted bright with hope, amidst the tales grown old.

Oh, call her the Whisperer, in her arms the world is still,
She breathes the ancient stories, of the forest, field, and hill.
Hushed tones of nature’s melody fill the air with grace,
As she dances with the moonlight in this sacred, timeless place.

As the dawn approaches, casting gold upon her face,
She embraces all the moments, in this delicate embrace.
For like the reeds that sway and bend, she knows the strength of grace,
And though the steel and fire may come to take her kin,
The whispers of the reeds will always carry hearts within.

So sing, oh Whisperer, in your hushed and gentle tone,
For the tales of yesterday shall never stand alone.
In the echo of the shadows, in the light of morning’s glow,
May your wisdom guide the way, where the desert reeds do flow.

The Whisperer of Reeds performed by Joni Felix featuring Martin McGregor

UK songwriter. Featured songs have been produced thanks to the talent of Cadence Road, Ryan Arthur, Donna Hazelton, Esther O'Connor, Tim O'Connor, Graeme Duffin, Sandy Jones, John Harley Weston, Kim Copeland, Erin Caldwell, Rachel Williams, Tim Buppert, Pete Dymond, Marcie Summers, Stuart Brayson, Buddy Hyatt, Jim Hyatt, Brian Fullen, Glen Duncan, Bob Britt, Wayne Killius, James Mitchell, Doug Grieves, and Ray Curtis. 

All music and lyrics © Tony Gibbs unless shown otherwise. 

2025 onwards: use of Artificial Intelligence -
Lyrics and creative direction: Tony Gibbs.

All creative work is developed through a human-led process where AI acts as a drafting partner, not a replacement. My role is to provide the emotional truth, lived experience and artistic direction. AI is used only to accelerate exploration, not to author the final point of view.

Some songs have been developed using an AI-assisted creative workflow. Every idea, story and emotional direction originates from my lived experience and/or my own imagination. AI helped me shape structure, phrasing and flow — the final voice, choices and meaning are entirely mine.

All intellectual property for the final lyrics remains with the human author.