Older sister, you sent me jam this year
For my birthday, from Newfoundland
I write you because I have come near
A sense of family and I understand
The longing brook below the gathering stream
Receiving and yet not fully receiving
Recognized and yet not fully recognized
Above the sidewalk of the night-walled city
Made understandable and undisguised
Oh for the walkway unforged
And the walkway forged
And glassy like a marine candle
I walk along and grasp the handle
For it is in me to be scared to understand
If the night passes slowly,
I'll tell you what we might do
Tie up our long hair and walk
To where the sea comes in
And goes out as it has a habit
And slowly meanders
The way it wants to,
Which is always the same
Untold depths of the pattern
Past coincidence of reminding
From stepping to stepping stone
Long before you knew I had to and I had to learn
We both were the tide itself as it turned
When this life potential was rhythm pattern
And there was no bad habit to break
Against the dock the breaker crashes
And crashes again, a second wave before the first is done
Through the course of love the space-time grows and passes
Then shrinks and reverses back to the one
This collaboration between the Italian guitarist and saxophonist leans into improvisation to create an alternative instrumental sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2023