FAWM 2026 / Song 9 Instrument: soprano koa ukulele tuned high GCEA

WELL THAT WAS ANNOYING OF ME -- I UPLOADED THE WRONG TAKE, in my rush to post this within the hour, and so congratulations if you saw the swearing-blooper one. ;) Correct demo uploaded now.

I started this skirmish with the prompt: Ode to Spring, then turned to my most recent songwriting notebook pages, pulling some lines that seemed to fit.

I recently heard that Western mystic Meister Eckhart, 13th-century philosopher and theologian, said this: “Time is what keeps the light from reaching us." There must be a way to have seasons without time. And what of the seasons in me, no matter the weather? What parts of me are frozen, stuck, flowing, green, dying, fresh?

23 minutes to rough draft lyrics, then tried to find music on my soprano ukulele. Couple of shaky moments on the melody, to get it recorded before the hour was up, but that will smooth with revision.

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They come in your dreams The lost ships of winter They grind down the streams With the ghosts that ride them There's a quickening When you stand just beside them They come in your dreams In your dreams

Time keeps the light just out of view The seasons sift inside of you Winter needs a candle Like mystery needs a clue And spring is always new

There's a shivery wake Where the wind breathes you in And your hand will shake Inside your skin For the fire's gone out Or it's nowhere near There's a shivery wake Shivery wake

A frozen pulse of river Waiting for the match to strike A devil to deliver In the exhale of the night Even as we die We will outlive this ice And spring will come again -- Will come again

CHORUS

There's fruit in the flower A kernel in the husk And your heart must break To be one of us Underneath, the green Waits another hour There's fruit in the flower Fruit in the flower

CHORUS