A lot of our work and lyrics are devised through free writing. Lately we have been looking at pictures of doves and thought we’d share some of the phrases we came up with.

A white brushstroke: like a catherine wheel that cannot go full circle

Creating a tempest with their wings and she is in the eye of their storm

Their feathers fall like snow around her

Soaring over smoke signals

Obscured, hidden by the dust of everyday things.

I watch you amused. My feather’s have darkened with experience and some have fallen with time.

Time passed slowly for you, you were eager for the new day, the next sunrise, but for me the hours pass quickly and I ponder how welcome a good long, indulgent “silence” would be.