Szept
a Polish word · it rhymes with kept · it means whisper
Some words are meant to be kept, not sent.
Poems written by hand, for one person, about the moments that deserve more than a printed greeting.
Nobody is written to anymore.
There are beautiful cards in every shop, and almost all of them are empty inside. We sign our names under somebody else's sentence and hope it carries what we meant.
A poem written for one person does something a message cannot. It gets read twice. It gets kept in a drawer. It gets found again in ten years, in a box, by somebody who had forgotten it existed. That is the whole reason this studio is here.
Three ways the words arrive
Everything is written by one poet, by hand, and no piece written for one person is ever given to another.
The Collection
Ready poems for the occasions we all share, personalised with your names and your dates.
Bespoke Pieces
Written from inside your own story. One poem, one person, never repeated.
Reflective Verse
Slower pieces for prints, journals and interiors. Words to live beside.
The Lift Guy
Written from four details a couple sent in an email: a broken lift, a bag of oranges, two bad jokes and the ninth of March.
She hates small places and had no idea that could bring her more
They met one day in a tinnie, tiny lift, she almost cried out there
He was just sitting and thought he will peel an orange, I swear
Then started joking, one, another, and she started laugh
This was the first point plotted on their relationship graph
He adore her in a every possible way, love sparkles in her eyes
She still remembers orange smell and calls that moment prize
Few years later, Daniel thought about bring the moment back
He wanted make her his bride to be, and shout 'yes' and 'tak'!
So he stopped that lift again, with an orange in one hand
A ring inside the other one, and asked: do you understand?
Marta had tears in her eyes and everything was said
She never dreamed about a knight. She got the lift guy instead.