Minor Blue Surcease

Cliff Almond dressed my simple love song in an other worldly sonic landscape, with steel guitarist Greg Leisz along for the ride

dancing on the edge of melancholy, like a wisp of twilight fading into night. whispering secrets to the moon, & the moon, in turn, weaves them into silver threads that drift across the sky.

in this quiet moment, we find solace in the delicate hues of azure, the soft touch of memories, & the promise of dawn. for even in the blueness, there lies a gentle release — a respite from the weight of the world.

so let us breathe, let us dream, let the minor blues carry us to a place where sorrows are but echoes, fading into the vastness of the universe.