Flame

Burning initially, it sheds light, a beacon of Hope for darkness.   Burning intensely, its radiance pierces, diminishing itself for wholeness.   Burning incessantly, it flickers with poise, illuminating the way for oneness.   Burning intently, its gaze dances, with uneven bursts for fullness.   Burning innately, it lives its life without a sound forContinue reading “Flame”

With What Remains

“Sometimes it’s the artist’s task to make music with what’s left.”   She demanded a bold goal but, I was unmovable. It was not due to problems or, because of but-what-if. I make measured responses.   He was unhappy with me but, I was unmovable. It was due to quid pro quo and, because ofContinue reading “With What Remains”