Out there,
Where the moon rocks splash,
In a sea of stars,
A daring dreamer,
Rails against,
The cold steel walls,
Of an atmosphere.
Stowed away,
Forging a vessel,
Through quiet intention,
And craftsmanship,
To channel the liquid night,
And take refuge in the sky.
Eyes forever onward.
Inhabiting,
Improvised futures.
Guided,
By the steady beat of progress.
Fueled,
By the incessant,
Rippling,
Desire,
Softly emanating,
The cosmic frontier.
Nicholas Yandell is a composer, who sometimes creates with words instead of sound. In those cases, he usually ends up with fiction and occasionally poetry. He also paints and draws, and often all these activities become combined, because they’re really not all that different from each other, and it’s all just art right?
When not working on creative projects, Nick works as a bookseller at Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon, where he enjoys being surrounded by a wealth of knowledge, as well as working and interacting with creatively stimulating people. He has a website where he displays his creations; it’s nicholasyandell.com. Check it out!