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!
Loaded with questionsPacking doubts Hand-in-hand with beloved I'm moving a house, Making a new home.
Where will I be, What will be my dreams. Will there be fulfillment? Probably, it seems.
In the air are thoughts Up above are clouds It will all clear up in days to come, And I will find a new self in crowds.
Good, bad, ugly who knows Different it will be, that much I know.
