a room full of tealights
words trickling down the walls
spilt wine on the carpet
sticky warm honey covered popcorn
this is a work in progress
watch me progressing
forgetting words and the tune we were playing
and then just flying with it and seeing where else it could go
performing poetry on the floor
kneeling on knees
eyes closed
notes strummed
vibrations echoing into eardrums
being right inside the sounds
right inside this life
and it spilling over.

We had a gig last night, Spill Over With This Noise. I think it was one of the most beautiful gatherings of people sharing their words and sounds and love I have been apart of and in. Yes. Im sure you enjoyed it if you were there. Here are some orange coloured visuals. An interesting way to view sounds. Maybe we'll do it again sometime.










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