The Deep End of the Ocean

The Deep End of the Ocean takes us further down. Here, we lay the anchor deeper and touch the ocean floor, where silence, memory, and mystery meet.

Skyfall
A passage from The Deep End of the Ocean – The Violinist of the Deep

between carriage and wind
silence loosens from steel;
I leave the rails,
I leave my name.
deep beneath the glass of the sea
the old life sinks —
until an arm remembers my hand
and light becomes water.

a being lifts me out of the night,
like breath that remembers:
your heart has not drowned,
it has only learned to beat more deeply.

I wash ashore on an unmapped strand,
invisible to the world that mourns.
it calls me dead —
but I have only just begun.

I carry the salt line as a new passport,
a slow promise in my mouth:
I am still falling, but differently now,
I am falling into the light.

If you feel the call of this work, you will find The Violinist of the Deep in the shop.