In that song he weaves a strange art
The truth of his sonnet reaches my heart
Never through this storm but the time will be soon
I'll find all those feelings he hides in his rooms
Through these flames we run and we crawl
The letters of his love reach to my soul
Coming to the edge of this ocean in blue
His words fall around me but their meanings are true
In that song he weaves a strange art
The truth of his sonnet reaches my heart
Never through this storm but the time will be soon
I'll find all those feelings he hides in his rooms
A work of beautiful, pointillist guitar from Martyn Heyne, the moving songs on “Electric Intervals” are made of tiny pinpricks of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 11, 2017
These almost heartbreakingly gentle felted piano compositions have the delicacy and loveliness of slow-falling snow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023