The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.
In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.
Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.
Hello!
The calendar shows the changing dates The sun shows a new day beginning
The wrinkles on the neighbors face, indicate the passage of time
I'm somewhere, still.
Tree outside has lost its leaves
The flower has borne the fruits
The pigeon has laid new eggs
I feel the same old.
Science has proven god wrong
Recent history has gone ancient
The crazy ones have turned sane
My world is still mundane.
I've stopped.
