Vol. 4 - Chapters of the Sky

A wave came over me
On the precipice of the peninsular coast
I stare into the universe
from my place, chained to the ground
The blue sky masked the black
The black that is the beyond
They say heaven is out there
I see clouds
They say that the dead are out there
I see stars
We never leave the earth, not even in death
but those are the chapters of the sky



Vol. 3 - When in the Holy Grove


Father
Gave a gift
A magnitude that befits the gods
Where love is what we hope for in heaven

Truly
There is no greater thing
And when in the holy grove
I can hardly breathe

A hand
I can but shed a tear for beauty
Love and hate, live and die
With a hand

A magnitude that befits the gods
I am ultimately small here
I am nothing to compare
But ask 'why, when so great, does love not prosper?'



Vol. 2 - The Fall of a Great Empire

The snow has settled in
Like the fall of a great empire

Once again the trees are bare
Except for a dusting of white powder

Everything is dead and I fear to take a step
I don't want to crush a hidden skull or any bone

There was always something magical about winter
But its gone now, dead like the rest of the country



Vol. 1 - Box of Her Songs

A sheltered place in my mind
A subtle portion of memories
Pictures speak doctrines
I am a capsule, launched into space
I may never return to my home

A box of her songs that never existed
Yes, it was true, that all our words were there
But nothing to put them to, nothing but her voice
Yes, it was true, her voice would not sing
Worried, afraid of negativity

Without reason, I am convinced
Beauty should flourish untamed
Sing