Lurking the smaller spaces, avoiding familiar faces, searching deep the singular traces, hoping for undiscovered places.
Trusting the undiscovered, loving the never mothered, touching the other worldly, restlessly wandering.
Voicing the unspoken, forgiving the forgiven, opening the solemn, learning how the listen.
Landscape loved and sadness, dancing through the madness, for in all of us is greatness, diligent and faceless.
Music is the being, troublesome and freeing, tricky with the living, assuming with the dead.