NEW SINGLE
"Guitar with a Broken String" written as a trip down memory lane through the lense of an old guitalele, in the sounds of pop, jazz and singer/songwriting styles, with drums, guitars, bass and vocals. The song captures the span of years in a moment as sweet as the sound of nylon strings in a quiet autumn forest.
“Based in South Wales, Nate pulls together original poetry, images and songs in his new work “Sepia” to emotionally consider the duality of life. ”
Sepia - Live in the Studio EP
the poem from Sepia
THE DEATHBED
AND THE RIVER
Dead leaves, a bed of them.
Crunching, footprints, hardened, cold.
Veins of life-once, not now,
Frozen shut; cut off from the old source of life
…
… now tapping into the New.
Deep rivers underground.
Under the visible light spectrum.
Just out of our peripheral vision.
Easily missed; never gone.
The bedrock beneath the bedrock.
Streams, flowing water
You can’t see it for the ice and death cover it up,
You can hear it though.
The sound reverberating off wet rock and twig,
Moss and lichen linger in the presence.
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Silence listens to the sounds of the River,
Clinging together with the ivy & fern.
Gurgling River, teaching us to laugh,
Reminding us of hope and of home,
- It’s source being our end
- It’s end being our home.
The deathbed that encompasses
our viewpoint
Reveals a life more frothing and prolific
than our souls can assimilate
- we’re simply too small.
A tiny capsule of cauterised insignificance,
A frost-bitten, deep-frozen chunk,
Falls to insignificant cold land,
No one saw it.
But the River
A River so small, a baby’s toe
could not penetrate.
So vast, our lungs burst
as we fail to traverse its channel
Then we turn; our gaze and vantage renewed,
our awe falls away to wonder;
More River: More death opening up New Life,
More ice-covered, frothing & prolific, sepia-bed.
Never over.
We walk on
Leaving significance to insignificance.
Where real love
Gurgles on
In
The River
