Nyxa Mater Lucens

Mmm… mmm… The dark is soft tonight, a low warm hum. A slow light, soft as the moon on snow. You can stay quiet, you can make your sound. There is room here for the way that you are. Come in. Come in. The dark is warm. There is no hurry, there is no harm. However you see, however you hear — The Mother of Night is holding you near. Some eyes look sideways and find the small light. Some ears love a hum that the others don't hear. Some hands need a soft thing, a smooth thing, a known thing. All of these ways are welcome here. Come in. Come in. The dark is warm. There is no hurry, there is no harm. However you feel, however you breathe — The Mother of Night makes a place for you. She draws a slow circle of quiet around you. Inside it, the loud world goes hush, goes still. The circle is soft. The circle is yours. You don't have to try, you don't have to speak. The dark is soft. The dark is warm. You are held. You are home. Mmm… mmm… This is holding. © MMXXVI Luxccordion Records · Nyxa Mater Lucens — All rights returned. Humming encouraged. Understanding optional. Belonging inevitable.