Pétur Söebech Quinn

Here I come on my way, Through the dawn, through the day. With a hope burning bright, With my heart full of light. Let the world open wide, Let the moment decide — I am rising, I am shining, Here I come on my way.

So just let your time be true, Let it open like the sunrise breaking through. Let the hours find their way, Let the night turn into day, Let the quiet speak the things you never knew. Just let your time be true.

Everywhere, where the light comes in — Through the cracks, through the skin. Through the sorrow, through the sin, Everywhere, where the light comes in. Everywhere, where the light comes in — Through the loss, through the din. Through the broken violin, Everywhere, where the light comes in.

It’s a fairytale in life, Not a kingdom far away. It’s the laughter in the kitchen, It’s the words we used to say. And the magic isn’t distant — It’s the love that shaped my days. It’s a fairytale in life, Written in your quiet ways.

We were so close, like breath and flame, Every heartbeat knew your name. We were so close, through joy and pain, And I would live it all again. Though the years may drift apart, You’re still the rhythm of my heart. We were so close… And we still are.

Daydreams, shining through the blue, Little worlds that feel so true. Daydreams, softly calling me, To the place I long to be. Every heart needs something bright, A spark of love, a touch of light. Daydreams, they set me free— They’re all I need to see.

By the sea, where the heart can rest, Where the waves keep time in a soft caress. By the sea, where the world feels new, Where the light comes dancing back to you. Every dream feels close to me When I’m standing by the sea.

Let hope be your road — When the darkness hides the sky, Let love be your compass And faith your lullaby. Let hope be your road — Through the tears and through the pain, For every step you’re taking Will lead you home again.

The right road lies hidden — Beneath the veil of night, It shines in quiet places Where love becomes the light. The right road lies hidden — But I can feel its way, Through every doubt and shadow It leads me home someday.

It’s alright now — The storm has passed away, The light is breaking gently At the edge of yesterday. It’s alright now — I’m standing in the sun, The battle’s finally over, And the healing has begun.

Time just slips away — Like silver through our hands, It dances in the twilight And hides in shifting sands. Time just slips away — But love will always stay, A song that keeps on playing When time just slips away.

Everybody knows something — A light behind their eyes, A story still unfolding Beneath the changing skies. Everybody knows something — A truth they hold within, A quiet revelation Where all our songs begin.

The Pulse Begins A monolith pulse, Steady as stone, Rising from the floor Into the bones. A monolith pulse, Cold and alive, Teaching me the rhythm Of how to survive.

Black Circuit Black Circuit, No beginning, no end. Every pulse returns, Every signal bends. I am the current, I am the sound. Black Circuit, Where I am found.

CHORUS — Particle Dream We are motion, we are light, Fragments drifting through the night. Bound by rhythm, born from sound, In the field where truth is found. No beginning, no extreme, Only the endless particle dream.

Lost in the Field I’m lost in the field, Where the frequencies collide. Caught in the motion, Nowhere to hide. The rhythm pulls me forward, The darkness pulls me near. I’m lost in the field, But the sound is clear.

We’re in magnetized motion, Locked in a pull we can’t outrun. Turning like planets in slow collision, Drawn to the center where the currents run. No resistance, no escape, Just the rhythm of attraction’s weight. In magnetized motion, We move because we must.

So keep on dreaming softly now, Let the night show you how Every hope you ever carried Still belongs to you somehow. Keep on dreaming softly now, Let the stars make their vow— That the light you thought had faded Will return to you, and bow.

Drifting… like a leaf upon the stream, Drifting… through the corners of a dream. Every moment slips away, Every heartbeat learns to sway. Drifting… where the quiet feelings go, Drifting… through the undertow. And I don’t fight the winds that blow— I’m drifting… drifting… drifting slow.

Time comes and goes, everybody knows, It’s the river that carries our joys and our woes. It’s the song that keeps playing long after we fade, The echo of choices we silently made. Time comes and goes, like a friend on the breeze, Leaving whispers of moments that fall to their knees. And still we go on, through the highs and the lows

Bye bye May, you beautiful dream, You carried my heart like a quiet stream. You painted the hours in gold and blue, And every dawn felt born anew. Bye bye May, I’ll remember you, In every warm and tender hue. Though you must go, I softly say— Goodbye, my May… goodbye, my May.

Late night signals… calling through the static of my mind. Late night signals… every little echo feels like you and I. Late night signals… I hear you in the rhythm of the night. Late night signals… I’m still answering even when I say I’m fine.

Butterfly circuit, carry me through, Lift me in colors of violet and blue. Butterfly circuit, drifting so light, Turning the silence to soft glowing night.

Static machine ritual, Pull me through the noise. Break me into particles, Rebuild me with your voice. Static machine ritual, Let the engines rise — I’m falling into metal dreams Behind electric eyes.

orchestral jazz, romantic big-band jazz