Music. Travels. People. Cultures. Books. Languages. Words. Dance. Anything that makes me tick :)


It’s the unheard music, Michael. It NEVER DIES. And silence is your real dance, though it never moves.
You dance within and without. You are energy. You are in silence and in stillness.
This too shall pass. I will see and hear one day, and you will thrill me again.
You are, and I will be there with you. I love always.