before song

chest full
from deep inhale
mouth drying
salty

Before evening has begun

breath escaping
sound already fading
deeper echoes
distant cries

Before evening has begun

low bellowing
deep inside
humming
unseen
air
vibrating
particles of dust
ringing

Before evening has begun

rising higher
through chests

exhales
growing

circling
breath slipping
mouths
humming

Before evening has begun

sounds
staying

air
narrowing

pressing

down

Before evening has begun

something
pulsing
pushing

closer

tightening
deeper

body trembling
beats syncing

Before evening has begun

no one
holding

still
holding

breath
between

moving

through

Before evening has begun

Mē līcaþ singen

low
in chest

breath
pressing

in

again

Mē līcaþ singen
Mē līcaþ singen

low
still

sangen in swegle

brēaþ gebunden

---

If these words have meant something to you, you can step a little closer by becoming a paid subscriber to me.

It helps support the writing, and gives you access to a set of pieces that live just inside.

I’m always open to thoughtful writing collaborations.

Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.

A little more?

---

If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.

---

---

All artwork courtesy of NDjin Gallery