Here's a song I'm working on in response to a poem in Rilke's Book of Hours. I love the Book of Hours, and lately I'm drawn to the theme of untraveled roads. I release music under the name pilgrim house. You can find full albums on band camp, and sometimes I put songs in a few other places:bandcamp: https://pilgrimhouse.bandcamp.comspotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6LQYms69vP6QStefAqYxbk?si=VGzzdnJ2Rs24SSpLrsEMlwfacebook: https://www.facebook.com/pilgrimhousemusicpatreon: https://www.patreon.com/streetfoodTitle: StorehouseHe's laid bare by fire and loneliness, exposed / Just dirt and breath, down to bones and myth, where the blood flows / A truth that's rarely spoken / A mask that's never broken / Who can claim to live their life?What if there's a storehouse somewhere?Where un-lived lives are laid awayLike suits of armorUnworn clothingYet to see the light of dayMaybe every path leads toUn-lived things we fail to chooseLoosing sleep / You can't take every road, many paths unfold / Water's deep / You fight the current's flow, or you can let it go / One way or another / You're still under cover / Are we really living out our lives?Roads untraveled / Threads unwoven / Un-becoming / Is this growing?Roads untraveled / Threads unwoven / Un-becoming / Is this love enough?
