The landward voices call

20160424_143122Singing from the depths of an oubliette. A song of defiance that says: I will not be forgotten. Your instruments are simple—a bone that beats against metal, a twanging piece of leather, and your own voice (so unused to making noise lately, it comes surprisingly alive).[BUY Out Is In]

A script of light

La fleur que tu m'avais jetee