Sleeve is still beta which means work in progress, but now that some of you have found your way in, I’m excited to start creating things we can do together here.

You’ll definitely get to hear my music before anyone else, see videos first, ask questions, and hear more about the stories behind the songs. And please — feel free to share your ideas for what you’d like to see here. 💛

This is your space as much as mine, and I want to shape it together with you.

And while you’re here, take a look at the other artists’ profiles — you might just discover some new favorites.

Here is a translation of Frosten är vit (På våra marker)

Frost lies white across our fields,

And behind bare trees, the lake still smiles —

Though now cold in its blue splendor.

My heart freezes, anxious and heavy.

Frozen berries hang on the branches,

And when I step on the grass, it crackles.

On the shore lie shards of glass,

Scraps of paper, and the remnants of our old fence.

Down the rotting stairs I go,

To the water’s mirror, smooth from shore to shore.

Only withered willow leaves drift there,

A piece of wood, a scrap of paper near the land.