A strong north wind has me on the move. Nothing to tether me, I am a speck of pollen in the wild strength of the sky, in the flex of muscle that lives above creation. There is danger in this life, certainly, but also there is a weight of joy that comes from the freedom of letting go and simply following the wind.
Blood spilled on the virgin snow. Sorrow under a perfect sky, sorrow under a blue heaven. The moment when tomorrow becomes today, becomes now. Tell me, are you still alive? Do you know love? Here, take my hand. Let us be together while the moment lasts. This is the moment.
Think enough and you won't know anything.
A heavy snowfall disappears into the sea. What silence!
I’d like to point out to people the divine in a musical language that transcends words. I want to speak to their souls.