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!
I fear it will be lost I fear it will be gone
I fear it will fade
All that would be, will be in vain.
Love and its labor
Love and its promises
Love and its glory
Will all bury in a moment of fury.
For in the end
despite the depth
the passion, the strength
we are all a body, a vanishing heart beat
And it takes very little
to have the heart beat
and takes even less
to make it the hurt beat.
