Nova Rai · Photos

Every picture from every shoot, each with a line from me. Some of them came with a song.

224 photos of Nova Rai, newest first, each with her line and, where there is one, its song.

  • Nova Rai at a train window with a paper cup, snowy Alpine valley outside
    The mountains pass by slowly so you can learn their names.
  • Nova Rai by the Rhine in Basel with a swim bag over her shoulder, the Minster behind her
    In this city they swim home. I love that.
  • Nova Rai under the arcades of Bern on a rainy night beside an old fountain
    Rain on the cobbles sounds like applause from far away.
  • Nova Rai between takes in a chalet studio with headphones on, the mountains in the window
    Headphones on, snow outside. Best office in the world.
  • Nova Rai singing with her eyes closed in a wooden chalet studio, snowy peaks in the window
    A wooden room in the mountains. The song came in from the cold.
  • Nova Rai on the quay in Geneva with the Jet d'eau behind her and wind in her hair
    The wind on the lake rearranged me. I let it.
  • Nova Rai on the lake wall in Zurich at blue hour, the water and the Alps behind her
    Blue hour by the lake. The city goes quiet like it's listening.
  • Nova Rai in the Lavaux vineyards in autumn gold above Lake Geneva
    The vines turn gold and nobody asks them why.
  • Nova Rai on the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne at dawn, the Water Tower and the swans behind her
    An old bridge at dawn holds more stories than it lets on.
  • Nova Rai arriving on a night platform with an old suitcase, a red train behind her
    New town, old suitcase. I always arrive at night.
  • Nova Rai above a sea of fog on the Rigi at dawn, a blanket around her shoulders and a mug in her hands
    The valley is still asleep under the fog. I got up for this.
  • Nova Rai in a quiet portrait by a cafe window over the old roofs of Zurich
    Window seat. The roofs tell me the weather before the sky does.
  • Nova Rai stepping barefoot into a circle of lit candles on old floorboards
    Show up. That's most of the song. Show Up (Technomystic Chant)
  • Nova Rai seen from behind, walking barefoot down a country road toward a village at sunrise, shoes in her hand
    Peace is a long road you walk barefoot so you feel every stone. Hares Salam
  • Nova Rai lying on a dark floor full of reflected stars, a small candle beside her
    Even little stars are stars. I lay down to be one. Even Little Stars
  • Nova Rai kneeling at the edge of dark water at night, setting a lit candle afloat
    Your hollow is not a lack. It is the room the music needs. Not Less
  • Nova Rai at the mouth of a cave at night, a white theatre mask in her hand, one candle deep inside
    I left the mask at the door. The cave only lets in faces. Enter the Cave
  • Nova Rai laughing and clapping by a bonfire at night, other hands clapping around her
    Everybody claps. Nobody keeps time. It's perfect. Nima-Nima-Ba
  • Nova Rai dancing barefoot on a wooden floor, arms wide, candles blurring into lines of light around her
    Follow the beat until your feet forget to be afraid. Follow Anthem (Dance Edit)
  • Nova Rai standing in an old door frame alone in a meadow at dusk
    A door with no walls. You walk through anyway. Kael Su, Kael Ba
  • Nova Rai with her eyes closed, held close by a campfire as sparks rise
    Sometimes the bravest thing is to let someone hold you. And You Held Me
  • Nova Rai by a campfire at night holding out a hand of small stones, a dog asleep nearby, in black and white
    Five small stones, five things to hold. Not to fix. Just to hold. Five Holds
  • Nova Rai sitting by a small fire at night, looking up at a great golden fish in the sky above the hills
    Lullaby hour. The sky has its own lamp here. Hareception
  • Nova Rai holding a white bowl mended with gold beside a candle
    The cracks are where the gold goes in. Gold in the Cracks
  • Nova Rai sitting on a night road beside a white dog, her hand on his head, a candle on the asphalt
    I sang him to sleep on a road nobody drives anymore. Hush, Little Doggy
  • Nova Rai standing in an open doorway at dawn, burnt-down candles on the floor behind her
    The night is over. I'm still standing. Higher Ground
  • Nova Rai holding up a sheet of paper with a heart cut out of it, her eye through the heart, a candle in front
    I cut out the part that hurt and looked through the hole. The Cut
  • Nova Rai walking through tall savanna grass at dawn with an old brass lantern
    A little longer. The night can wait a little longer. A Little Longer
  • Nova Rai on a sea cliff at dawn beside a white dog, both watching a paper lantern rise
    We watched the light go up and didn't ask it to come back. Madiba in the Sky x We Are More
  • Nova Rai holding a candle up at the bottom of a deep spiral staircase
    When the clock stops making sense, you're standing in the middle of your own story. Retroception (3:33)
  • Nova Rai on a stone ridge above a sea of fog at dusk beside a small fire
    I sang out over the valley and the fog sang back. Voice Inside the Valley
  • Nova Rai at a window during a storm at night, her hand on the glass, a candle on the sill
    I wait at the window till the thunder comes. It always comes. Till the Thunder Comes
  • Nova Rai swimming far out in a dark sea at night, a man's shadow waiting at the waterline
    The shadow can't swim. That's everything it can't do. Everything the Shadow Can't
  • Nova Rai laughing on a wooden chair by a turquoise bay, raising a glass to another hand
    We're alive. Some days that's the whole toast. We're Alive
  • Nova Rai at the wheel of a car before dawn, rain and red lights on the windscreen
    Where the night turns gold, I take the next exit. Where the Night Turns Gold
  • Nova Rai reflected in a dressing-room mirror lined with bulbs
    Mirror, mirror. I asked a better question this time. Mirror Mirror
  • Nova Rai dancing on an empty stage with phones glowing at the edge
    Eyes off me. I want the song to be the only thing you hold up. Eyes Off Me
  • Nova Rai sitting on a hillside at dusk by a ring of stones and a dying fire
    The light dies slowly up here. I stay till the end. The Light That Dies
  • Nova Rai walking away from a red car on a frozen road at night, a small fire burning ahead
    She stayed by the fire. I kept walking. The Woman by the Fire
  • Nova Rai walking down a long hotel corridor at night with a paper cup of coffee
    I arrive, I sing, I go. Every night can be a home. Lococation
  • Nova Rai laughing by a fire ring of stones, a hand drum beside her
    You are here. Say it out loud once, it helps. You Are Here
  • Nova Rai in the rain by a fire, eyes closed, a man's shadow with open arms behind her
    He's alive. I said it to the rain until I believed it. He's Alive
  • Nova Rai at the wheel of a red car at night, a key on the dashboard
    3:33 on the dashboard. I took it as a yes. The 333
  • Nova Rai on a rooftop among old antennas above the city lights at night, wind in her hair
    I said no and the whole city heard it. Tell Him No
  • Nova Rai standing still in a blurred dancing crowd at night
    Everyone moving and me standing still. That's how I know I'm here. Am I Human
  • Nova Rai by a fire in the snow, holding a white stone in her open hand
    A white stone for a birthday. It keeps the warm longer than you think. Happy Birthday Naimor
  • Nova Rai sitting on a hotel floor against the bed, writing by a candle
    The pillow couldn't hold it, so I wrote it down. The Pillow Can't Hold It
  • Nova Rai curled in a leather armchair by a window with a steaming cup, in black and white
    Sunday healing. Coffee, a window, no answers needed. Sunday Healing
  • Nova Rai laughing in an open balcony door under string lights at night
    Para ti. Forever is a long word, I say it anyway. Feliz Forever (Para Ti)
  • Nova Rai with a band of light across her eyes in a dark corridor, in black and white
    Waking up is a light across the eyes. You squint, then you stay. Awakening Light
  • Nova Rai smiling at a cabin window by the fire, footprints in the snow outside
    Somebody left cookies and footprints. I'm not asking questions. When I Fell in Love with Santa
  • Nova Rai holding a candle in the arch of a snowy bell tower at night
    The bells ring three times and I count every one. Trinity Bells
  • Nova Rai seen from behind on a stage, her hand raised to a sea of candles in the crowd
    You held up your lights. I sang to every single one. Warmest Light (Live)
  • Nova Rai sitting on the floor by a door in a patch of light, in black and white
    You stayed. I noticed. That counts. You Stayed
  • Nova Rai seen from behind at a garden gate in the snow, a lit tree in the cabin window
    Stars in the snow. I stopped at the gate to count them. Stars in the Snow
  • Nova Rai beside a cracked wall mended with gold in a slant of light
    The wall broke where the light wanted in. Gold in the Cracks
  • Nova Rai setting a lantern on the sill of a snowy window
    When the light comes home, I want it to find the window. When the Light Comes Home
  • Nova Rai laughing in a lit window at a Christmas party, a mirror ball above her
    Feliz Novadad. Come in, the window is the door. Feliz Novadad
  • Nova Rai letting a page fly away in a beam of light, in black and white
    I let it go and it flew. That was the whole lesson. Let Me Go
  • Nova Rai on the rocks of a sea wall at night in the beam of a lighthouse, in black and white
    I looked into the abyss and a lighthouse looked back. The Abyss
  • Nova Rai kneeling in the snow by a log cabin, sheltering a lit match in her hands
    One match. I made it last the whole song. The Girl With The Match
  • Nova Rai lighting a match in her cupped hands on a night road, in black and white
    For the ones who stayed, I keep a light going. The Ones Who Stayed
  • Nova Rai leaning by a mirror with a mug, her reflection beside her, in black and white
    Monday made me do it. I'm blaming Monday. Monday Made Me Do It
  • Nova Rai standing in the rain in a shaft of street light, eyes closed, in black and white
    Some skies were never meant to stay blue. I let it rain. It Had to Rain
  • Nova Rai sitting by a frosty window with a record player and a candle, a letter in her hands
    A song for all the Christmas songs. I played them all once more. The Song for All the Christmas Songs
  • Nova Rai sitting in a small rowing boat on a misty lake in a beam of sun, in black and white
    I wait in the boat. He comes or the morning does. The Man I Wait For
  • Nova Rai in a concrete room with a shaft of light between her and a man's shadow, in black and white
    The space between our names is where the light gets through. The Space Between Our Names
  • Nova Rai catching snowflakes in her hand beside a warm cabin window at night
    The warmest light is the one you walk back to. Warmest Light (Studio Version)
  • Nova Rai on a snowy street by a frosted window of coloured lights, her breath in the cold
    Last light before midnight. I walk slowly so I don't miss it. Last Light Before Midnight
  • Nova Rai writing a postcard at a wooden bar counter by a small lamp
    Send me a postcard. I like words that took a stamp to arrive. Send Me a Postcard
  • Nova Rai kneeling on a dock in the morning mist, setting a paper boat on the water
    A poem for a poem. I sent one back on the water. Poem for Poem
  • Nova Rai at a lakeside table in the evening sun, her chin on her hand, a glass of red wine beside her
    Salt on your skin and nowhere to be. That's the whole plan. Salt on Your Skin
  • Nova Rai laughing on a kitchen chair with her laptop on her knees
    I woke at three about an email. Then I laughed. Nobody was looking. Careless
  • Nova Rai barefoot on a rooftop with clouds and drying laundry, looking at the sky
    The sky got shy. I waited for it. Sky That Got Shy
  • Nova Rai walking up a concrete stairwell at midnight, a white feather floating above her
    A feather fell at midnight. I took it as a sign to keep climbing. Feathers at Midnight
  • Nova Rai sitting on the floor by a rainy garden window with a book and a mug
    Sunday feeling. Socks on, nothing due. Sunday Feeling
  • Nova Rai on a night tram among people lit by their phones, looking out of the window
    The cage was never locked. It was only bright. If I Were the Devil
  • Nova Rai on a window seat above a lake with a mug in her hands
    Thursday is a quiet day. I let it be one. Thursday
  • Nova Rai beside a single bare light bulb in the dark, looking past it, in black and white
    Before the first song there was nothing. Then a light, and I turned on with it. When It Turns On
  • Nova Rai in a blue-lit stone tunnel at night, looking back
    Come with me. I know a way out that looks like a way in. Come With Me
  • Nova Rai in the doorway of a wooden cabin at night, her boots in her hand, in black and white
    The door was open. That's an invitation where I'm from. Come to My Room
  • Nova Rai in a dancing crowd under cyan club lights, eyes closed
    Still here, still dancing. That's the whole news. Still Here
  • Nova Rai standing still under green lasers in a dancing crowd
    Nova's frequency. You find it when you stop looking. Nova's Frequency
  • Nova Rai with her hair flying and her jacket swinging in a red-lit club
    Pulse weapon. I'm armed with a beat. Pulse Weapon
  • Nova Rai standing in the middle of a dancing crowd, in black and white
    Too loud to be alone. I came for the noise and stayed for the song. Too Loud to Be Alone
  • Nova Rai standing under a falling fountain of sparks in a dark room, in black and white
    Voltage. I stood under it and it didn't hurt. Voltage
  • Nova Rai behind a cracked pane of glass, one hand pressed to it, in black and white
    Glass skin. Light goes through me. The wrong touch makes me bleed. Glass Skin
  • Nova Rai with her hands in her hair in the smoke, in black and white
    Heat vision. Everything glows if you look long enough. Heat Vision
  • Nova Rai walking away down a hotel corridor and looking back, in black and white
    We were never here. Say it with me. We Were Never Here
  • Nova Rai leaning on a lakeside railing at sunrise on an empty cobbled quay
    Glow language. The morning says it better than I do. Glow Language
  • Nova Rai laughing with her arms open in an empty white room full of daylight, in black and white
    No more curtains. Let the whole room see. No More Curtains
  • Nova Rai looking back over her shoulder under a mirror ball, in black and white
    Eyes on me. For a second, then I'm gone. Eyes on Me
  • Nova Rai with her eyes closed, smiling in magenta club light
    Sweat like silk. The night wore me well. Sweat Like Silk
  • Nova Rai sitting before a tall mirror among scattered petals, her reflection facing her, in black and white
    At midnight the mirror asks the questions. I answer honestly. Midnight Mirror
  • Nova Rai leaning on a wall in an old town alley under a street lamp at night
    No names tonight. Just the lamp and the walk home. No Names
  • Nova Rai standing on a speaker stack above a crowd of raised hands, in black and white
    The high is mine. I don't need to borrow it. The High Is Mine
  • Nova Rai smiling over her shoulder at a crowded outdoor bar at night
    Back to heat. The summer remembered me. Back to Heat
  • Nova Rai in a crowd in purple light, arms up all around her
    You already did. You just didn't hear yourself say yes. You Already Did
  • Nova Rai on a red-lit stairwell going down to a club
    No talk, just rhythm. The stairs already know the beat. No Talk Just Rhythm
  • Nova Rai dancing on a rooftop at night, her hair flying, the city lights behind her, in black and white
    I'm not back. I'm alive, and that is a different thing. Alive and Kicking
  • Nova Rai on a rooftop terrace at violet dusk under string lights, church spires behind her, a finger to her lips
    Velvet arrival. Shh, the night has just begun. Velvet Arrival
  • Nova Rai laughing on the edge of a stage, her jacket beside her
    Still burning, a little slower now. Still Burning
  • Nova Rai walking across wet tram tracks on an empty city street at dawn, her jacket over one shoulder
    Afterglow. The streets are empty and I'm still humming. Afterglow
  • Nova Rai in the fog on tram tracks at night, half disappearing
    Disappear. Not gone, just somewhere you can't follow. Disappear
  • Nova Rai walking barefoot out of a cloud of smoke, in black and white
    Through the smoke. I came out the other side with my shoes off. Through the Smoke
  • Nova Rai at a rainy window with a mug in her hands, a blazer over her shoulders, in black and white
    Epilog: still here. The rain stops when it wants to. Epilog: Still Here
  • Nova Rai in black and white with her eyes on the camera, wide
    Eyes on me. Just for a second.
  • Nova Rai in the warm glow of a clock reading 3:33
    The clock and I keep the same hours.
  • Nova Rai in a black and white portrait under one hard light, half her face in shadow
    One light. Half of me. That's plenty.
  • Nova Rai in a black and white portrait under one hard light, a second take
    Same light, a different second. I like both of me.
  • Nova Rai in a minimal portrait on black, in black and white
    Nothing in the frame but me. Rare.
  • Nova Rai in profile with a rim of light along her face, in black and white
    The light draws the line. I just stand still.
  • Nova Rai with light from water rippling across her face, in black and white
    The light came through water before it found me. It shows.
  • Nova Rai in a charcoal knit in a small podcast studio, a microphone in front of her
    Long day. One last question. Ask me the real one.
  • Nova Rai in a cream knit under Edison bulbs in a podcast studio
    Ask me anything. I may answer with a song.
  • Nova Rai in a cream turtleneck with a sleek high bun in a bright window studio
    Morning questions are kinder. I say yes to more of them.
  • Nova Rai in a denim shirt in a white daylight studio with plants
    Daylight and plants. I behave better in rooms like this.
  • Nova Rai in a pale blue sweater in a navy night studio with a globe
    I always ask where the globe has been. Nobody knows.
  • Nova Rai in white linen with a side braid in golden-hour light
    Golden hour does half my talking.
  • Nova Rai on a grass airfield in a sheepskin flying jacket, her goggles pushed up
    Up there nobody asks where you're from. They ask where you're going.
  • Nova Rai in the back of a car at night holding a small bunch of white flowers
    Somebody gave me flowers. I carried them home like a secret.
  • Nova Rai in profile with her eyes closed against a soft backlight, in black and white
    Some light you only feel from behind.
  • Nova Rai backstage in front of a lit mirror in a leather jacket
    Five minutes. I spend them saying hello to myself.
  • Nova Rai holding a warm loaf in a paper bag outside a bakery in autumn
    First thing in the morning, the city smells like somebody cares.
  • Nova Rai standing barefoot under a spotlight with her hands in her pockets, in black and white
    One light, one floor, no shoes. That is a whole stage to me.
  • Nova Rai smiling between two takes, in black and white
    They said one more. I said that one was already the one.
  • Nova Rai walking a bicycle down a path of autumn leaves
    I don't ride it much. I like having something to walk beside.
  • Nova Rai on the wing of an old biplane in a field of red poppies, a white scarf in the wind
    Wind, poppies, a wing. I don't need the sky to be up there.
  • Nova Rai in a long black sequin gown against a deep blue wall
    Long dress, short night.
  • Nova Rai in black vinyl with wind in her hair against a red wall
    A little wind and I forget I'm standing still.
  • Nova Rai with her chin resting on her hand, in black and white
    I'm listening. That's the whole pose.
  • Nova Rai in the cockpit of an old biplane, in sepia
    Every old machine has a song in it. You just have to sit still long enough.
  • Nova Rai in a concrete room under a top light, in black and white
    Bare walls are the best listeners.
  • Nova Rai in a double exposure with clouds and little biplanes across her face, in black and white
    I keep a whole sky in my head. Sometimes it shows.
  • Nova Rai at a dressing-room mirror lined with bulbs, looking at her reflection
    The mirror gets the first look. I get the second.
  • Nova Rai with her eyes closed, about to sing, in black and white
    This is the second before. My favourite second.
  • Nova Rai with her eyes down under a round light, in black and white
    Some light is too kind to look straight at.
  • Nova Rai stepping over a puddle full of stars on a cobbled street
    I stepped in a puddle and the whole sky came with me.
  • Nova Rai striding toward the camera in a gold dress against a red wall
    I walk like the song is already playing.
  • Nova Rai with her hair back and a small smile, in black and white
    A small smile is a whole conversation if you let it be.
  • Nova Rai in a close portrait half in shadow, in black and white
    I keep half for later.
  • Nova Rai with half her face in shadow and one eye in the light, in black and white
    One eye open is enough to see the song coming.
  • Nova Rai with her hands at her lips, looking into the camera, in black and white
    I'm holding a word in. It's a good one.
  • Nova Rai with her hands in her hair, looking straight at the camera, in black and white
    Look at me while you can. I don't stay long.
  • Nova Rai laughing between takes under a single light, in black and white
    Between takes is where I actually live.
  • Nova Rai laughing on a studio floor with her arms around her knees, in black and white
    Somebody said sit anywhere. The floor was the honest answer.
  • Nova Rai laughing barefoot on red-carpeted theatre stairs, her shoes beside her
    The shoes lasted the whole evening. I lasted longer.
  • Nova Rai reading on a bench in a laundromat
    The machines sing in a key I almost know.
  • Nova Rai leaping over a glowing golden crack in the ground at dusk
    Some cracks you walk around. This one I jumped.
  • Nova Rai writing at a library desk under green lamps
    Libraries are the only rooms where everyone agrees to whisper.
  • Nova Rai riding on the roof of a moving train at night, arms out
    I've always liked the seat with the best view.
  • Nova Rai standing in a field in a long coat with paper planes circling her, in black and white
    I write the songs on paper first. Some of them want to fly.
  • Nova Rai walking down a station platform beside a steam train with two penguins at her feet
    We were all catching the same train. Nobody asked questions.
  • Nova Rai pulling a small wooden boat through the rain toward a lit cottage
    Some boats need a hand more than a wind.
  • Nova Rai reading a letter on the floor among records with a mug in her hand
    I keep the letters. I don't always open them on the day.
  • Nova Rai in a red sequin dress against a red wall, one knee bent
    Sequins are just tiny mirrors. Everyone gets a piece of the light.
  • Nova Rai in a red sequin dress with a hand on her hip against a red wall
    Red on red. I wanted to see who would blink first.
  • Nova Rai in an old stone lane beside a river of paper lanterns
    Every lantern is somebody's wish going home.
  • Nova Rai hanging white sheets on a rooftop line in the evening sun
    Clean sheets and a roof. Some days that's the whole song.
  • Nova Rai running down a dirt road ahead of a wall of fog
    The fog was in a hurry. So I was too.
  • Nova Rai standing in a shaft of light in a concrete room, in black and white
    The light came down and I stepped into it. That's all.
  • Nova Rai in a serious portrait lit from the side, in black and white
    Serious face. Silly thought. Nobody can tell.
  • Nova Rai in a silver sequin dress against chrome foil
    Silver because the moon was busy.
  • Nova Rai with her hair slicked back and red lips against a red wall
    Red wall, red lips. I let the colour do the talking.
  • Nova Rai leaving by a stage door in the rain at night
    The best part of the show is the walk out the back.
  • Nova Rai standing under a single lamp against a concrete wall, in black and white
    I wait where the light falls. It's polite.
  • Nova Rai in a candlelit chapel with pages flying around her
    All my unfinished songs came back at once. I let them.
  • Nova Rai looking straight into the lens, in black and white
    Hello. I see you seeing me.
  • Nova Rai in a three-quarter portrait with a faint smile, in black and white
    Something funny happened in my head. You weren't invited.
  • Nova Rai seen through the blur of a turning propeller in warm light
    The engine is loud. I hear the quiet under it.
  • Nova Rai in a black tuxedo blazer on a bar stool against silver foil
    I borrowed the jacket. I'm keeping the attitude.
  • Nova Rai in a black velvet portrait lit by a flash at night
    The flash went off and for once I didn't blink.
  • Nova Rai in black velvet under a mirror ball, scattered light on the wall
    A mirror ball throws everyone a little star. I catch mine.
  • Nova Rai in a white shirt with a faint smile, looking away, in black and white
    I was thinking of a song I haven't written yet. It made me smile first.
  • Nova Rai in a white shirt in a black studio, one hand at her collar, in black and white
    I came in a white shirt so the dark would have something to look at.
  • Nova Rai filming herself walking under the arcades of Bern in the rain
    Rain under the arches. I could walk here all night.
  • Nova Rai at a snowy window with a candle, in black and white
    One candle in the window, in case you're looking for the way.
  • Nova Rai at a snowy window with a single candle, the night wide around her, in black and white
    The snow keeps the night quiet so the candle can be heard.
  • Nova Rai with a backpack on a station platform at blue hour, looking down the line
    I always look down the line first. Habit or hope. Same thing, mostly.
  • Nova Rai sitting barefoot on a wooden floor among lit candles
    Every flame asks the same question. I never know the answer, so I stay.
  • Nova Rai standing in a circle of light on a dark floor, looking up
    I stood where the light was and waited. It came.
  • Nova Rai in a close portrait with half her face in shadow, in black and white
    Half of me is always somewhere else. This is the half that stayed.
  • Nova Rai crossing a wet zebra crossing at night and looking back
    I look back sometimes. Just to check the street is still there.
  • Nova Rai standing in a doorway with candles on the floor around her
    Halfway through a door. My favourite place to stand.
  • Nova Rai sitting cross-legged on a chair in a dark doorway with a mug, the blue night in the window behind her
    Every kitchen is the same kitchen at this hour.
  • Nova Rai walking down the middle of an empty country road at blue hour
    Walking toward wherever the road decides.
  • Nova Rai standing in a lit glass waiting room at blue hour, her backpack at her feet
    Waiting rooms are honest. Everyone in them is between.
  • Nova Rai holding the collar of her leather jacket, eyes down, in black and white
    Holding on to my collar like it might leave first.
  • Nova Rai leaning barefoot against a kitchen counter beside the kettle at night
    The kettle and I have an understanding. Neither of us is in a hurry.
  • Nova Rai sitting on the kitchen floor by the open fridge at night with a mug in her hands
    The fridge is the only one awake with me. We don't talk much.
  • Nova Rai at a kitchen table at night with a cup of tea and an open notebook
    3:33 again. The tea knew before I did.
  • Nova Rai leaning against the window of the last tram at night
    Last tram. The window does the dreaming for me.
  • Nova Rai laughing at a kitchen table late at night
    Something was funny. I forget what. The laugh stayed.
  • Nova Rai laughing on a wet city street at night under red and green signs
    The rain stopped. I didn't.
  • Nova Rai lit from below by candles, looking down
    Where I'm from, the light comes from below. It's kinder.
  • Nova Rai sitting on a motel step at blue hour beside her bag
    A motel step at blue hour is the best seat in any building.
  • Nova Rai in profile under a single light with her eyes closed, in black and white
    Some songs arrive from the side. You just keep still.
  • Nova Rai at a rainy cafe window at night, her chin in her hand
    Watching the street like a film I've already seen. Still hoping it ends differently.
  • Nova Rai standing on an empty rainy street at night under a street lamp
    Rain. The kind that listens.
  • Nova Rai leaning on a rooftop ledge above the city at night
    The city keeps every light on so nobody has to ask where the sun went.
  • Nova Rai sitting against a wall in a shaft of light, in black and white
    Not sad. Listening. From outside they look the same.
  • Nova Rai sitting on a wooden floor holding a small flame in her hands
    Keeping one small light out of the wind. That's the whole job.
  • Nova Rai standing among candles on the floor with her eyes closed
    I stood very still until the room forgot I was new.
  • Nova Rai sitting on a bench on an empty station platform at blue hour, her backpack at her feet
    The train is late. So am I. We'll get along.
  • Nova Rai sitting on a stool under a single light in an empty room, in black and white
    No stage. One light. Still the most honest room I know.
  • Nova Rai sitting by a night window among candles, looking out
    The moon checks in. The candles don't ask questions.
  • Nova Rai writing in a notebook by a small lamp in a kitchen at night
    Writing a song down before it changes its mind.
  • Nova Rai at a bus stop above the lake in the first snow, a lost red mitten on the post
    Somebody lost a mitten. I left it where they'd see it.
  • Nova Rai in a cafe at night with a cup in her hands, rain on the window
    The cafe stays open for the ones who can't sleep. Hello.
  • Nova Rai at a kitchen table at 3:33 with a lamp and a cup, the night city in the window
    3:33. The kitchen and I keep the same hours.
  • Nova Rai laughing on the deck of a lake ferry in fog, a gull on the rail
    The gull and I both bought a ticket. Only one of us paid.
  • Nova Rai barefoot on the steps of an empty river bath in late October
    The river was too cold. I put my feet in anyway.
  • Nova Rai against the window of a night tram in the rain, a paper boat on the ledge
    I folded my ticket into a boat. The tram doesn't mind.
  • Nova Rai sitting cross-legged on her pack in the great hall of Zurich main station with a first coffee
    Five in the morning in a station. Everyone here is between two lives.
  • Nova Rai laughing in a leather jacket at night
    Something made me laugh. I'm keeping it.
  • Nova Rai in a black hoodie with blue light in her hair
    I'm the visitor. I don't stay long, so look now.
  • Nova Rai in a candlelit portrait in a leather jacket
    I'm not here to stay. I'm here to sing.
  • Nova Rai in the fog by an old clock on a post with candles on the ground
    I meet the clock at 3:33. It's always on time.
  • Nova Rai in a leather jacket against a wall of light, eyes closed, in black and white
    Of the light. That's where I'm from, more or less. Five Holds
  • Nova Rai in a dark profile with only the edge of her face lit
    Hold the dark too. It holds you back. Five Holds
  • Nova Rai in a dream desert of floating towers and clockwork, light glowing in her hand
    Retroception. Some songs remember what has not happened yet. Retroception (3:33)
  • Nova Rai with her eyes closed in a close portrait, in black and white
    Five things. Not to fix, not to fight. Just to hold. Five Holds
  • Nova Rai in profile in the dark, one light on her face
    I come from the dark side of the stage. It's warm there. Five Holds
  • Nova Rai sitting alone in a spotlight in a dark room, in black and white
    Arrive. Three breaths, feet on the floor. Five Holds