I am a neo-classical songwriter, vocalist, and pianist. I listen to music from all over the world, and I am very eclectic. I mainly compose on the piano. I try to be minimalist with my musical arrangements so that listeners can easily capture my essence, like a cup of well-brewed green tea.

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If I Don’t Love Your Eyes

Music by Chiye Kwon

Lyrics by Chiye Kwon

Piano, lead vocal, and harmony vocal - recorded & mixed by Chiye Kwon

©2025 Chiye Kwon all rights reserved

In recent years, my mind and heart were pried open by learning so much more about the history of the United States, especially about the ongoing cruelty toward minorities in the United States, especially black people.

Still, I believe in one of the American virtues: the ability and willingness to right the wrong. This requires humility. And faith with which we can hope that efforts to bring positive changes can nourish and heal all Americans.

On the other hand, if we don’t harness our impulse of hate, if we keep inflicting harm onto vulnerable groups just because they look and speak differently, our “songs” will become just “an empty bell. “

This song is a somber reflection of the past and a prayer for a better future.

If I Don’t Love Your Eyes

Prologue:

If I don’t love your eyes

Your brown eyes of earth and sky

If I don’t cup your hands

Your calloused hands, that toiled and tried 

My song will be the sound of the shells

that rattle in the wind, only

whisper to the tomb 

If I don’t love your feet

Your cracked feet, hard as the plow  

If I don’t moisten your lips

Your parched lips, deprived of dew

My prayer be just the prayer of a fool

who doesn’t know

she’s howling at the moon

Fire and Storm:

I watched them burn from far away

(The night turned gray!)

 I swallowed anything to live for a day

(Oh, hunger gnawed my soul!)

I  searched miles for the railroad tracks

(hid for hours amidst haystacks)

Prayed for the darkness to shield me from men 

Shivered in a thin cloth a dying friend left…

The end of the journey, or a beginning:

But I returned, I’m here, home at last

To hold you again

Homecoming:

The air is thick and serene

Poppies bloom, Magnolias lean

Turtledoves coo through the ravine

I kneel before weathered mounds

And close my eyes

Remembrance:

I remember your eyes (my eyes)

Your hands (my hands)

Your joy (my joy)

Your song

My song

Epilogue:

If I don’t love your eyes

My vow will be an empty bell

Its hollowness will fade in

to the night

Copyright ©2025 by Chiye Kwon

O’Keefe - Did You Love Your Fear?

I composed this piece because I admire the American artist Georgia O’Keefe. She is one of my visual art inspirations. Her landscapes, flowers, rocks, and buildings conjure something vast, daring, and humanistic inside of me. However, many times in her life, O’Keefe was filled with fear. It was a surprise because every time I saw her paintings, I felt empowered and open to the unique possibilities my brushes could invite. Had I been able to meet her at least once while she was alive, I would have asked her, “Georgia, did you love your fear? Did you do what you did even though it was difficult?” And I want to look into her deep-set eyes and say, “Thank you for your courageous gift.“


O’Keeffe - Did You Love Your Fear?

I noticed my wall’s color turning from 

ivory to old lace

I watched a white-tailed kite glide in the 

azure sky with grace

The picture near the window was by 

Georgia O’Keeffe

A deer skull is hanging in mid-air 

in dry New Mexico

I am in awe of the artist so fragile and daring 

She stretched the horizon by her will

I am undoing my yesterday’s hue

Today is less uncertain like tomorrow’s moon

I am aware who and where I am traveling to

I am turning around

Did you become the sky you painted?

Did you open wide like your iris?

Did you hide your secrets in the furrows of your face?

Did you love your fear?

I feel in all of my senses that she is the lover

I whisper her name in the hazy dream over and over

We sit on the rock and watch weeds tumbling by

She hands me a sketch and I sign my name

on the scape of New Mexico

Copyright ©2022 by Chiye Kwon