The Left Hand Tree

Some might say vanity project? maybe a quiet sanctuary of my bedroom project? Here, among the scattered legacies of 'poems,' 'scribbles,' and whispers of thoughts never fully birthed into the world, I found my canvas. These words, once confined to the solitary echo of my own voice, yearned for a new breath of life.

This venture, this quest, was spurred by a singular fascination: to witness my own words reborn, to hear the familiar rendered strange and wondrous through the alchemy of music. Could I sculpt these raw fragments, these poetic endeavours, into the structured beauty of song? To drape them in melodies, in the myriad dresses of genres, was the dream I dared to chase.

This project became a garden of sound where the same 'songs' bloomed in a kaleidoscope of auditory hues. Each genre, a different lens through which the essence of the song was perceived, challenging the listener to feel, to judge, to connect in ways anew.

Does the genre sway the heart's verdict on a song? We are tethered to melodies through the invisible threads of resonance, often pulled by the gravity of the words that mirror our souls. Here, in this labour of love, I discovered my own words as if for the first time, each genre casting a different shadow, a different light, upon the same creation.