Crack it Open
First for myself. In trainings and workshops. For family, friends. Then for friends of friends, people I don't know. I gave myself fully every time, but something inside me remained careful, probing: can I do this? Is this allowed? Am I ...? I reached out and got support, I heard what was good and what could be improved, I let myself be guided to people who helped me further and gave me courage where I got stuck.
Gradually it dawned on me. It's allowed. It's possible. I am. So STI.LL was born.
STI.LL stands for silence. Still life. STI(en). Listening. Life and Love. Or maybe also for Long Legs 😉
Whatever the case may be, I like to write lyrics to reflect on and music to listen to, like little lights in the dark where and when it's needed.
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Because to make this album I need the help of professional musicians. In these difficult times for the cultural sector, I want to be able to compensate the musicians I work with.
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Even if I was all alone,
even if you couldn’t hear me
or didn’t give a damn,
I would sing.
I would sing a song of praise
for you and your spirit.
I would let every sound
soak in a bath of truth
and kiss it so abundantly
that you would feel its warm embrace
from afar. E-ve-ry Sound.
I would whisper to you like a river,
a free flowing mirror asking you
to fall in love with yourself
all over again,
I would speak to you like a tree,
a force of nature, urging you
to stop destroying and start enjoying
the tender, feeling, fierce and frivolous wonder
of bones, tissue and thoughts that you are.
I would reach out to you like fire,
bright and wild, fearlessly
bringing light to the shadows
you’re so desperately trying to hide.
I would tell you about
the heartbreak of loss,
of empty chairs.
And then I would start laughing
until you get the joke,
and feel as relieved as I do:
you and me, we are not alone.
We are one.