The sunflowers are in mourning.
Lion faces bend to earth,
as though a holy one had passed
upon the path.

Stooping under weight of the gold,
bowed heads, once loved and still of bees.
Falling heads, curved backs, like the bodies of our old,
but theirs of a season.

Drop petals like sun segments, 
whence they ungolden.
Drip seeds to where they may not go or grow.

Broad face, repository of light, brown-gold welcomer,
spiking stem and rough of skin,
leaves like fine-grade sandpaper.

The sunflowers are in mourning this morning.
The weight of each head and all the sun it knows, 
and all the rain it tasted,
will bring it unwasted to the ground. 

The canes cannot support what the stems would not, 
nor the head support the whole.

In shallow soil you grew taller than us.
In the shelter of a wall,
bees crowded your high hearts,
snails laced your leaves.

In your lee, a tomato plant flourishes.
Shy lion heads – no heliotrope now – pride falling,
turning from your nourisher, 
sated of growth and your simple needs.

Weep petals, weep seeds.

You gaze to earth,
your hoped future,
our September.



(painting by van gogh)

TASCAM DR-05

sonnenblumen

tis filly enhanced yet shill financed ascend life thinly called ninety fish

Mr Tuna Volition Chimera A Vehicular Rim Tint Moon

Cm125BPM  LiveSet2022

Straight run generative, one take, all parts : Reaper+Cardinal

String Lines

Wooden Locked

Lament 2 - RadioPhobicSherkPop

If you could see
You
I'm so in love that I shine
If you could see 
How beautiful
We are

Written, Performed and Produced by Wildsilences

The one to let you fall
Come closer
With your heart against my soul
Fall
Light my way
But I only see you
I'm falling for you

Written, Performed and Produced by Wildsilences

Fall

"When the silence falls
Hold me in your arms
Lonely
When the night is dark
Shadows in disguise
When the night is dark
Whisper my name
Look up at the moon
Count the diamond stars
Your love, a spark

When the silence falls
When the tears are heavy
When the night is dark
Whisper my name
When my heart is lonely
Look up at the moon
Disguise
A spark."

Written, Performed and Produced by Wildsilences.

When the silence falls [Version 2]

A poem by me, edited.

"I cannot breathe
You open all the windows
Let the day out
Let the night in
I can see again
Let the music flow around us
Like a butterfly in a dream"

On the doorstep of Reality (Spoken Word)

Merest movement in the fog over the flats.

String Lines

GreyBoxRemnant