In 2023 I began releasing my newest collection of songs. The vocals on these and earlier songs have been called “deep and wonderful”, a “rich amazing voice” by listeners, music critics and curators in the United States, Canada and Europe. 

Critics have described the songs as those of a “great songwriter” and that the songs have “great visuals, rich narratives” and “stunning lyrics”.

The songs are available on Spotify, Amazon, YouTube and many other streaming services. 
  
Have a listen
BAG of STARS
MARK ANTHONY BURKE
She knows when I don’t meet her eyes, I’ve told myself the old catastrophe she knows we should swear our treaty again leave each other notes, the ones we’d always send.

But when her voice shines the morning, and the wind strums old songs through the leaves, she spins a heaven of our own and I go to her, open our bag of stars.
                         
She knows before we cross into dreams, what I should conjure when the night begins,when the sand of days divides our sea can’t find her hand when I reach across for her.       

She says if you’ve loved you’ve lost, have to learn how to forgive, find a drawer where you can lock it away. 
                    
But when her voice shines the morning, and the wind strums old songs through the leaves, she spins a heaven of our own and I go to her, open our bag of stars.
COME WITH ME WALKING
​​MARK ANTHONY BURKE
We’d walk the mountain, play hide and seek I’d look for your shadow where you’d peek  behind a wall of stones and I’d wait until the birds gave you away.                                                                           
I try not to lie to myself deep in the early morning dark, remembering how you’d talk to me when we still braided our lives.                                  
                                                        
Walk with me, find the way back when the days were clearer, when I wasn’t afraid, I can hear the voices, the ashes of the days, sweet love we used to know Can I be forgiven? Come with me walking,   come with me walking, come with me walking.  

I’ll wait for you up here in the clouds, when the time comes and the old horn sounds across the sky from two stars away and I need your sweet company.   
SAY HELLO
​MARK ANTHONY BURKE
I found an old strand of your hair
and it opened the tale we once told of our love.
There is no box to hold all the pictures,
the prairies we flew where the sky is god.
I miss your sky. Say hello for me.
Does the flicker still come and tap on your roof
​the way he’d do when we’d lay on your bed
as the sun shone through the skylight
painting our bodies with the light and his shadow.
I miss your shadow. Say hello for me.
Like an emerald in my pocket, I carry the day
we rolled the grasses flat
when you called me to you
In a whisper I ached to obey.
The grocery bag was too small
for your bathrobe and slippers,
the grassland of our years.
Where did you put our river,
the field where we saw a fox race the wind?
I miss your fields. Say hello for me.
​©copyright Mark Anthony Burke