Thursday, November 06, 2008

I'm working on a lot of sound effects and music this month and have just completed a poem for The Twelve Seasons, the next album release after Stupid Computer Music. It's called Winter's Daughter.

My autumn hand
of bark is wrought.
Old age once fleeting
now is caught.

My son of spring
is winter's daughter.
My days stretch out
as years grow shorter.

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