Poetry
Esteban’s poetry is born from the soul of his music, with each poem serving as a lyrical mirror to the compositions on his albums. Every piece of music is paired with a poem of the same name, offering a glimpse into the visualization and inspiration behind the melody. His beautifully illustrated poetry books add another layer to this artistic journey, fusing music, poetry, and visual arts into a harmonious whole. At his concerts, he shares these poems with heart and passion, creating a bridge between the spoken word and the music that follows. This unique fusion enriches the audience’s experience, transforming melodies into vivid, verbal, and visual landscapes that linger in the mind long after the final note has played.
Excerpt from Serenade to the Moon--The Poetry Book from the poem "Butterfly Garden"
You flutter about
with your wings outstretched
taking your time to smell
the flowers that grow in my garden.
My blooming coyote mint,
my crimson columbine,
my autumn sage and milkweed.
Like a toddler learning to walk
you teeter and totter into a world
of colors and scents and nectar and sun
with a toothless smile,
giggling at the sight of flowers
that await your hugs and kisses.
Thanks to today's modern technology, made possible by OpenAI's ChatGPT and Esteban's own photoshopping skills, readers will find these illustrations a fitting tribute. Art lovers will ponder the emotional impact presented by these original illustrations, whether it be from the art itself or in the context of the multi-dimensional experience these books can offer when coupled with Esteban's music. These books are available at Bookbaby. Order yours today!
Excerpt from Welcome Home--The Poetry Book from the poem "Window at Batignolles."
With a stretch and yawn
my eyes open to the gentle whisper
of a window’s open shutters at Batignolles.
Pink dahlias, sweet irises,
and gold mimosas stand jubilantly
in their windowsill flowerbox—
reaching for the dawn like
purveyors of light, their petals
unfurling with the promise of a new day.
With blossoms open, the flowers greet
the light with a melody of colors.
As if from a springboard, I leap out of bed
eager to listen to them sing.
