When Kajsa sings,
The air stops breathing,
The earth sighs
And we walk in the presence of respect.
When Kajsa sings.
When Katja sings,
The stones give up their spirits,
The river smiles,
And the birch trees bow down again.
When Kajsa sings.
When Katja joiks,
She doesn’t stand alone,
Her voice is defiance,
And her people are seen.
When Kajsa sings.
Missives & Musings 