I first met your music as a child in Germany, watching a ghostly black-and-white signal slip across the French border – a glimpse of Pompeii that struck me long before I had words for why.
As the years turned, your songs rose and fell like seasons in my life, I didn’t just grow up with them – they grew through me.
A few chords, even now, and every version of myself stirs and looks up!
I never stood in a concert hall with you, yet I carried your music across decades and continents – from Europe to the long, open roads of America,
through a spiritual journey shaped by wind, wilderness, and the quiet teachings I found in Lakota ways and wide skies.
Your music has been a compass, a memory keeper, and sometimes a voice that reached me when nothing else could.
With gratitude and love from Germany.
Sybille
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