Gwen Sampé

This aching heart of mine requires not a soothing hand,
That calms so many souls battered by time and distance
That I might rest in sleep as if the world had too,

This tired soul yearns not for the ecstasy

There comes a time with intrusions that haunt are allowed to sleep, to quieten, so that I might breath.

When all is said
And all is done
When lights no longer sting
These impatient eyes
 
When darkness finds its own

Oddly enough I am optimistic and I think of myself as being connected, connected to humanity and our glory, connected to nature, our mother. Let me love and offer my hand as best I can, that is the sound, the…

Light is a wonderful thing. Like sound it sometimes plays tricks on us. What we think we see, what we are sure is before our eyes, turns out to be something else. Be sure to gently focus because you just…

For some time I have been, quietly, under the cover of silence, writing poems, from time to time when images flashed across my view. I have now decided to allow those words to live in public. So from today, every…

I have been in South Korea for the past 2 weeks, an artistic rescidency with choreographer Mehdi Farajpour. When not rehearsing the performance I have spent my time walking, watching and writing new songs. I have also taken lots of…

Well a lot in fact. Standards are songs that have proven to be ever malleable, soft yet durable, and pleasing as well. Last Saturday I played the Bab-Ilo in Paris (one of my favourite jazz clubs),  with a programme of…

It is so easy to slip into despair if you forget. It is easy to huddle in your sacred corner if you turn away. It is easy to ignore the other, cloaked in cords of fear. But if you just…

It is so easy to slip into despair if you forget. It is easy to huddle in your sacred corner if you turn away. It is easy to ignore the other, cloaked in cords of fear. But if you just…

Have you ever gone ice skating? Do you remember that first time?  Did you fall flat, splat, on the ground? Did you arms reach out helplessly trying to find something, anything, to hang on to, only to find that thin…

Have you ever gone ice skating? Do you remember that first time?  Did you fall flat, splat, on the ground? Did you arms reach out helplessly trying to find something, anything, to hang on to, only to find that thin…