A vintage acoustic guitar resting on a motel bed in warm light

Songwriter · Recording Artist

Amy Crowson

A life, in three chapters

I've been carrying these songs for a long time.
Some have already found their way into the world.

Some are just beginning.
Some are still waiting for the right season.

Walk the timeline

Fragments

Pieces left in the margins

Scraps of songs, notebook lines, half-thoughts caught at 3 AM. Scattered here the way they were lived — out of order, out of pocket.

Lyric fragment
There's a crow now at my shoulder I don't question anymore -  It's the part of me that watched it When I couldn't see before

from 'The Song of the Morrigan'

VERSE NOTE
Three o'clock hums in the fridge A halo of light on the tile

a piece of lyric, scrawled on a napkin

Voice memo
Voice memo — 4:54 PM "If I ever write again, it's not going to be what it was. It's going to be darker" — Something I told my guitar player after the songs stopped. Turns out I was right.

Voice Memos · 0:43