Time is a curious companion. Where do we find the friends that journey into and out of our lives. Here is a reflective poem on that transcendence of our connections.
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…
