Thunder breaks me open from within.
Lightning strikes the peak
of my secret garden.
A twister forms,
pulling all the air inward.
As it touches down
At the center of my flower.
A rhythmic thirst pulling me deep,
My hips begin to rise,
I grasp the sheet, holding on,
not to be sucked into the storm.
New Music:
Created by Christopher Sopher
with Co-Creator Alice —
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.
The Piano That Found Me:
ACT I: THE FOG I WAKE UP IN
Most mornings
I wake up
ninety percent inside a cloud.
Not sleep.
Not dreams.
A fog that lives behind my eyes
and refuses to lift
no matter how well I behave.
"An artist’s reflection on attention, creativity, and the systems that train us to keep moving." — I was walking down a sidewalk in Los Angeles when I came across this stereo — out of place, quiet, and strangely present in a city that rarely stops moving. Photo by Christopher Sopher
A phone rings, another call goes unanswered.
Into my backlog,
Another forgotten task.
Why don’t they leave me alone.
They always want my attention.
A problem solved.
But the problem is them, not me.
I Can’t Do Fake
by Christopher Sopher
Act I: I Can’t Do Fake
It flashes like a red light in my mind—
a glitch in the air,
static crackling beneath polished smiles.
A warning.
A hollow sound in a crowded room.
I know it when I feel it.
I see it before it breathes.
Fake.
The perfect love exists only in the present moment.
Stillness.
Connection.
The dream grows warmer.
More intimate.
This track slowly transitions into Track 6.
When I woke from the big sleep,
eyes wide open, then closed,
clarity burned brighter than the sun.
The veil tore,
cast into the fire,
with all my other doubts.
