Raindrops fill a paper cup One hundred forty lines of music Orchestrated by a lightening strike What was once empty Will fill What was once ridged Will smooth Raindrops accumulate in our hearts Until all that needs washed away Joins... Continue Reading →
Will it be another day of monsoon? Clouds billow in from the north. The world talks now, repeating once and again its wild call in short whistle. Breath, breathe, sound Breath, breathe, sound And the tempo changes just slightly From... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 