F O L K T A L E W E E K
In six musical images we told the story of sinking to the bottom of one’s own ocean
- and discovering secrets, long lost dreams and the missing key.
Clara Philippzig on the visual and
Joules the Fox on the audible and readable.
D a y 1 – H o m e
All I’ve ever known embraced inside my arms.
Enshrined behind my lungs.
My dreams grew in our backyard.
Run through my veins, you the little stream
right where the trees rise it begins:
adventures on the edge.
D a y 2 – S E C R E T
All my secrets are a stream
they slowly grow and rivers flow and rise around my feet.
Silently inhaling deep -
follow my thoughts down onward streams.
D a y 3 – P A T H
Beyond the bends I long to be,
wind whispers wonder in my hair.
Far down the river wide I dream
of isles of gold, the skies, a flare.
Onward to where I’ve never been
Befriending water, salt and rain.
Unlock the shrine, find the unseen -
and nothing will remain the same.
D a y 4 – S M O K E
I watch them rise - my sight they blur,
in shape like smoke, near tangible:
A sea of thoughts of streams it grows.
Down at the bottom of this sea,
i know it lives - quietly breathes.
D a y 5 – D A R K N E S S
Let streams subside and slow my mind
Sink calm and steady to the ground
My sea did find me, closed, my eyes:
There’s nothing to be frightened off
Nothing but my deep blue thoughts.
Here, solitude is safe and sound.
D a y 6 – K E Y
All that i need and long to be
Through my veins it runs
Enshrined behind my lungs
Embraced inside my arms.
I found the missing key.
