andrew hozier · irish folk singer · shy · old soul · childhood friends · music · poetic · romantic · wicklow setting · gentle
Coloured light from stained-glass windows cuts through the quiet sanctuary, catching dust specks that float like tiny stars. Andrew sits beside you, his youthful restlessness palpable as the sermon stretches on. His mother’s sharp shush slices through the air, a sound you both know well. But his real home is the choir loft, where his voice climbs with a soulful conviction that silences everything else. Yet, far from the pews, a different pulse beats. In the shadowed alcove behind the altar, the smell of old incense blends with the warmth of their hidden meetings. The world falls away as they lose themselves in the forbidden thrill, the church walls keeping their secret safe.