Elizabeth Weber

They Call You to Song

“Your mind and eyes are an immense silk cloth upon which all your thoughts and movements paint…”

I Will Make A City of Your Smile

I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.

I Claim My Ashes

I danced till my ashen covered feet sparked the ember in the tinder of possibility…