It was a stormy, windy night when the island’s power had gone out yet again. I was wondering about the trees and who the hell is flying that prop plane that’s slowly cruising over, as the big, bright ferry remains parked at the terminal across the narrows.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
I recall several memorable moments in my life that revolved around music. It’s fascinating the random memories that may emerge in relation to what’s on one’s mind at any given time.
Spent my tens waiting for then…
Spent my twenties seeking plenty…
Spent my thirties getting dirty in worry…
Started living in my forties…orties…orties…
Audio Version (music by Saavane) Be it so gentlethat an uttered wordwould shatter the dream Be it so subtlethat the breath of firewould blow harmlessly…
Audio Version (music by Saavane) One doesn’t go looking for their art As one doesn’t go looking for love It just shows up The work…