Small Syllables from True Names by Project Blackbird

it’s trivial
in the realm of life’s hard work
but each small syllable in turn strives to alleviate
the burden of thought, of meaning
- the question of what melancholia follows on from bliss
and what bliss abandons melancholia
blind behind its carceral shroud
so when the thoughts themselves
burn too brightly to grasp, as sharp as shards –

let the sound and cadence calm
the ever-turning wheel
hold your wounded hands against
my heart and feel

though trivial
here’s a dilatory embrace
to ease the pain, the pain, the hungry audience of doubt
the burden of thought, of being
the question of what melancholia remembers of bliss
when the thoughts themselves
burn too bright, burn as sharp as shards
hold your heart and feel
how words can thrum, how they ache with blood and song

let the sound and cadence calm
the ever-turning wheel
hold your wounded hands against
my heart and feel

when the thoughts themselves
hold you too tight, beholden you to love lost
sing the doubt and feel
how words can soothe, how they ache with blood and truth

let the sound and cadence calm
the ever-turning wheel
hold your wounded hands against
my heart and feel

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• chillout
• eclectic
• groove
• soundscapes
• United Kingdom