Snowlight lead the way
On this path I know by day.
Finding the Night
as it lay.

Soft crunch under my feet
ghostly shadows entreat 
go where it ends
seeking my oldest friend 

           (I can’t remember her name.
            I wonder if it is the same.
            As when we played our childhood games)

Sunlight just starting to rise
through a cloudy sky
as I slowly
open my eyes.

it’s all around me here
these thins that I fear
whispers in the wind
confront my oldest sin

            (I can’t remember your name.
             Wonder if it is the same.
             I am the only one the blame.)

So I make my way.
To have a say
and if I sit very still
I’ll hear that lonely trill.

the morning birdsong.
telling me I belong.
To this haunted wood.
That has always stood.

             (I can’t remember my name.
              I wonder if it is the same.
              The one I wore through all the pain.)

Here deep in the pine.
I feel the slowing of time.
Slowing my heartbeat.
And my wandering feet.

in the stillness there
If I listen I might her
My name.

Can you remember my name?

            (Can you tell me my name?
             Is it still the same?
             Is that why I came?

              I can/‘t remeber my name.
              Wonder if it is the same
              It is the only one I claim)
               

A draft of the song version on SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/tTxzCG7L4RUwtpn67n

As I work through the track I will update it. It isn’t finished. May never be finished. I like the tinkering. It needs time.

My voice drives me crazy. I know my two mics record my voice differently and I think I need to really learn a little more about recording the voice. It’s very different than the instruments. Which is interesting in a way. The human voice is very subtle. Or maybe I am dames to hate my voice?

There is a harmony or two I might add. And a bird track. Somethings I want to try out.

Songs are weird. They develop in different ways. This one was a poem first https://mypianoneedstobetuned.com/2025/01/11/snowlight/ . Then I was fiddling around on the guitar with a simple progression of 5ths and I somehow (magic?) thought of the poem. That is a very weird thing. I don’t exactly understand how my brain does that. So poem and music got married and added that bit about my name.

This song was written during the livestream. The poem, one morning at 5 am while watching and thinking about walking in the snowy woods by myself at dawn. Going on a walk to find myself. It is part of the woods project.