They take our lives into a whirwind of confusion. and wrong ideals; moments on a computer screen that is only a continuous echo. Awaken before their...
you see it is one moment that quiets the storm; moments we compose in studios at 3 a.m; the world is still and the glass of wine finds the in between...
random notes played upon my piano, my cello bathed in midnight moonlight ; my sorrow, my joy, left upon each key struck by moonlight. Close my eyes,...