Inspired by this song here People long for light in which they feel something warm To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm To some it’s just the little things Longing and reminiscences Gentle touches in a soft cafe The peak of…

It’s 2 am and the street lights are not working again. Darkness sweeps the road outside The familiar looking strange. The curve of the bow, plucking music from my soul. An aged soul that wanders in and out of rooms Listening to the soft breaths,…