THE APPLE TREE - As winter approached, a solitary apple hung from the tree in my garden. Returning blackbirds waited patiently for it to fall. From my album 'INTO THE LIGHT' Now available on Cdmore

Dark cinematic trip-hop What if the abyss isn’t something to escape… but something to be held? This is a vow to the trembling. To the nights the mind says “run.” A promise that love doesn’t flinch, doesn’t fix, doesn’t turn away. It walks straight into the fear and stays. Cross my heart. Eternally.more

Sometimes the worst pain is neglect.more