steampunk heart

Category: Songs and Spells

a song is the soul in sound

flying free we sing ourselves into being

stones sing

clouds sing

the whole world sings

how magic is it

that every song is a spell

prelude : winter solstice

a solstice prelude you said

of the last dark days


a song I thought


but I can’t read the music written

on these cold bones of winter


char grey stump once tree

dank mud birdfoot glyph