Eva Schubert
Eva Schubert is a singer and songwriter based in Vancouver, Canada. Inspired by jazz greats like Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, and Nina Simone, blues icons like Etta James, and — perhaps improbably — Leonard Cohen, she writes in a diverse range of styles.

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Poetry

Transparency

You were opaque to me that first summer All smooth surfaces, firm limbs And eyes that glimmered like the evening sea I moved along the edges seeing My own face in twin mirrors The angle of your approach Observation drew me deeper The long scar—white testament To a fight you wouldn’t lose An arm broken before resolve The particular shape Hours of effort gave your hands I have gathered all these signs The face of a child who had your name A summer of wild-water grief The whisper of...

They Say (Lyrics)

This time I said I’m going to keep my cool Not going to lose my head Not going to play the fool And that four letter word I will not speak The one that starts with “L” And ends with “E” Chorus: But everywhere I go People seem to know Just what I’m not speaking of And they say…. They say “You must be in love” Stopped by a café One Saturday afternoon I had a smile on my face I was humming a tune And the barista said As she poured my...

Night River

When I am not writing songs, I write poetry. In fact, reading and writing poetry was a regular part of my life for almost as long as I can remember...

Saying Goodbye- Lyrics

When my time to go comes I’ll miss the rain That falls fragrant on the earth And greens it again I’ll miss the way spring Makes everything new But I don’t know how to say Goodbye to you   When my time to go comes I’ll miss the blue Of cold mountain shoulders And fields full of dew I’ll miss the moonlight And star dappled skies But I don’t know how To leave you behind   When my time to go comes I’ll say goodbye To lilac colored mornings And orange evening skies But there is...

Trails of Joy

Your touch is fire, beloved Sudden sparks along the neural net Leaping, arcing, spreading Beneath my skin Like sky-dazzling diamond peonies On the Fourth of July Fading into glow Breaking into slow flame Blazing and roaring, incandescent Until we fall -- embered with bliss Trailing light Into the silent depths Of the flesh-colored nights Phosphorescent down the long hall of memory Like bonfires along a beach Light towers for a midnight ship They are patterns against the dark Trails of fleeting joy Lamps leading home...

Wordless

You leave me wordless Raising worn out phrases like broken bowls From the well within Poor riven fragments, dripping and empty From a place purer—deeper in me Than anything I’ve known Even to look at you Sometimes is too much And the water rises and overflows Silent and bright From the corners of my eyes There is a place Older than words Wiser than thought Longer than life Deeper than waking Quieter than silence Closer than skin You touch me there ...