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!
It's a funny thing. Holds you tight, Makes you feel loose; Gifts you with knowledge, Only to steal it away.
That there is happiness That there is peace That there is joy But not in your heart. Oh! The games of grief.
Makes you hang on only to cut the strings That were turning into wings; In that moment of grief feel like chains.
Chains so tight drop tears in red.
Tears that will wash away What made you cry. The grief that cut you open Is just wanting to leave.
Leave you in peace.
