Letters From Home

Text, Music, and VO by Peter Xiong @cellobuddyArtwork by Mie ArtsChangeLove isn't enoughWhat happens if you need a rockBut I became sediment in the flowing river?What happens if you need a plane to stand onBut I carved into a canyon?What happens if I was a riverBut the seasons changed my course?But what about you?Who's to say you're not a migrating birdLeaving Sequoia behind?What happens if you're a seedWaiting for the wind to carry you afar?Love isn't enough Because I want to be the SunBreaking through the morning showersAnd the birds chirping you awakeOr this timeThe river that changes and opens a pathWhen you need it mostIt's not enough to only love youBecause the person you'll need tomorrowMight not be the person I am todaySupport the showThank you for listening! Please follow us on Twitter @LFHPodcast

Text, Music, and VO by Peter Xiong @cellobuddyArtwork by Mie ArtsSunbreakSometimes, as I wake, there's this calmness. Whether it's from you or the morning sun, there's something hanging. It's in the air. It's in the rays that rays that escape the blinds. The dust that flies around in the sun's winding path. Today is just a day. There's no special night planned. No surprises I could think of. Just you and the morning Sun.Tomorrow is just the same. Between the Sun and you, you're both a part of my morning ritual.But on most days, today is just like yesterday, and yesterday is just like tomorrow. But not because the essence of our lives is monotonous.I think we're like the sun with its sacred ritual. Reliable to be there every single day. Unending dedication to spreading its light with the wake of our circadian rhythms.Life revolves around this ritual, filling my world with rays of light that find my way through the blinds.Support the showThank you for listening! Please follow us on Twitter @LFHPodcast

Written and Music Composed by Peter @cellobuddy Poem Edited by Sarah @QueenOfTheVoidx Voice by Caleb @VothCalebArtwork by Mie Arts  Dedicated to Carol Your Gardener You sit perched in a field of beauty Blowing along with the wind The hungry stubborn violet Always starving for something more Not yet knowing How far your roots can dig Or the spring you could have Your potential unknown Your growth unimagined Your color a mystery Then we found each other I had little to offer But water and care All I wanted Was to be your gardener You asked How do I grow? How can I become the garden I’ve always imagined I could be? With no answers I say to you I want to be your gardener To stay by your side I can see it in your roots The single violet isn’t what you were meant for Or what you wanted There was a garden to grow And seeds to plant What I saw in you Were pastures of flowers With reds, blues, and lavender hues With lazy cats still as statues I imagine a home for the colors A spectrum of you Each a memento Of the travels to come Moons have come and gone Through each I’ve given you tenderness and care Cultivating what your garden needs  To grow into the garden of your dreams I dream of you Water and care This was all you needed For your last few roots And now What I see A beautiful bouquet Starting to fill The garden wall There is nothing more that I want Than for you to grow To grow with you As a gardener tending to your flowers Support the showThank you for listening! Please follow us on Twitter @LFHPodcast