Elliott Park

Unlike light in all its glory,  

a song can walk through walls  

or cross quiet battlefields like soft bullets 

into the hearts of forgotten brothers.  

A song may choose angels  

or ditch bottles in the wind  

humming amber hymns.  

Songs…

Melodies come into the world in many ways. I’ve had the most beautiful melodies come to me seemingly divine, through dreams or the twilights of dreams. Sometimes they arrive through the white noise of rolled down car window, or by…

From the north the killing force arrives 

Winter stars extinguished from the sky 

Arctic wind spreads death across the plains 

Cold gray hands embalming every vein 

Of all the nights fate chooses this bleak…