There are voices that ground you into the vibrant microcosms of the earth and voices that float amongst the air after flying through spacey lungs. Voices that warm you with words baked in sunlight and voices with unpredictable power and simultaneous grace like wild water. Jessica Pratt seems to encapsulate these kinds of worldly elements that dance woozily with wise words. I imagine they are words written on worn and wrinkled pages. Pages that are touched by the hands of many but felt deeply by few.
Quiet Signs feels like rising to the brewing of dark coffee on dark mornings. Like wine sipped in dim candle light. Like eyes closed and words few and far between. Like deep inhales of heavy words and soft exhales of peaceful ones. It is most definitely an album that should be listened to with loved ones and listened to at night because she sounds like the darkness. Each melody is simple and sultry and draws you in like a siren song.
These are moments created by a voice that persuades quiet exploration of quiet signs. Her creation of “As The World Turns” in particular instills a bubbling existential introspection. Yes, I am indeed still riding the existential train of thought. Music that has recently called to me appears to be smothered in questioning existentialism - so as I find solace in the questioning, Jessica Pratt inspires jumbled thoughts of poetic language formed by an arrangement of quiet signs.
A voice like a spirit
colliding with yours
I can never quite find how to put into words
how it feels when music is felt from within
like veins in old vines
the oldest of their kind
the ones overtaking
anxious thoughts in the making
the mind dwells on feelings
of fear with no meaning
out of all the unknowns
anxious thoughts will keep growing and growing and growing.
A voice that finds home in the veins of those vines
Is it yours or anothers
will you finally take comfort in all of your feelings
cause time remains fleeting
is it how you spend it that really gives meaning
to the thoughts that keep beating
like your heart or anothers
you haven't discovered the power of stillness
of just bearing witness to all that you are
you once fell apart in the crippling fear
that no one will hear your heartbeat again.
A voice that was planted
in a garden enchanted
by songs long forgotten
somber sounds fill the garden
will flowers ever bloom from her voice like a rose
with sweet scented petals will they continue to grow
into rose infused tea
voices slowly released
but inhaled too quickly
the steam leaves you slipping
in words drenched with longing
the voice turns to yearning
for connection and learning your smile means the most to a stranger
Soon you grow sleepy and the voice joins the feeling
you slip into dreamland
the voice moulds the dream span
your desires are a dream
like invisible ink
of the love letters written
the words left unspoken
aloud to a crowd
that would never listen
the voice is now quivering
the candle light dimming
the last words are stolen
your mind isn't broken
you'll find there's a moment for all of these feelings to rest.
A walk through the quiet signs. The signs worth contemplation. Where everything holds meaning and meaning holds everything and we hold meaning in everything.
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About The Curator - Maria Fish
You can most often find Maria in her garden humming along to an eclectic playlist titled “Life’s a Garden, Dig It” and of course tending to her beloved plants. This garden is located on the island of Kaua’i at her childhood home surrounded by tropical fruit trees and flowers. Beautiful music has always gone hand in hand with the beauty of the island. Just as she nurtures her plants, she looks forward to nurturing this playlist and the community of music lovers that feel like stopping by and having a listen.