
a sign a signal a hope a something does it come from within does it come…

falling rain cold dead skin healing pain deep within lifeless breath filling lungs no emotional depth…

words cut through skin bleeding deep from within never chosen never the one drag the blade…

laughter outside my window tink, glass against glass music fills the air not a thought not…

forgotten flowers wilting yellow fades color of friends not the color of love melting away in…

in front of a large crowd i tremble in fear in front of a large crowd…

As I say in my piece below, “words are meaningless inactions if not backed by action”…

moonlight shadows on walls from street light orbs shining dimly in the night echoes of silence…

What makes you move What makes you groove What motivates you Is it music Is it…