What would your life be like without music? Quiet. Too quiet and sad. To live is to make music. To love is to hear music within others and you are hooked on their refrain. To be love is to turn each other into instruments And learn how to fill the room with glorious sound. A…
As the seasons shift, I get caught up in remembering the curious company that I found during the summer. Companions to summer days or are they signs from nature itself?
