Death of the spirit in defiance of… plants the fear of the unknown of… the downward spiral of the lust fo… the helplessness of losing control over something we can’t control,
There is a certain chordal structure in all music that fills me with euphoria and not the vast majority. There are other musicians before me with that distinct feeling, because it is th...
Country roads, crawling galleries, The Dog Days of summer’s viewing, Lazy maples sitting along the shou… Casting pictures of vibrant greens Through the openings of the leaves
Since human beings are natural born bigots, they must continuously work it out of their system throughout their lives. When we were born into that sin, it is our rightful duty to grow o...
The Opening When the music spoke to me in rhym… When my spirit started its heavenl… To the summit, to the skies and be… Swaying to the unknown, to its mag…
What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...
Crispy azure firmament, visions of… of clarity, of ecstatic dreams, of… of mythical cathedrals suspended i… beatitudes for the quixotic eyes, floating gardens of copious blue r…
Long Shadows Long shadows spell winter’s bound Into a cool night brings autumn ‘r… Go to sleep precious days of warmi… Never to feel how winter’s forming
Of stories told with enchanting to… Sweet breath of jasmine and myrrh Through the still evening air Into the rising sun and beauteous… Riding with symphonic pulses
Embryonic sound budding in the melodic heart and lovely mind, primal voices under the direction of divine grace,
Let it Snow Mother Nature, that stubborn old… She does what she does when she do… With no signs up in the sky To tell her to do something other
Nature binging, fires laughing, Volcanoes playing, thunder running… Skies climbing, oceans swelling, Melodies alone in the still of the… Melting rhetoric with the heat of…
When I studied jazz years ago at music school, I asked my piano teacher to write down some riffs and turnarounds, (melodies based off of chord progressions leading to a new chord or key...
Poor old George was sitting in front of his hand-me-down worn out television set in his seedy hotel room, salivating over the advertisement, “Buy this beautiful brand new Mercedes Benz ...
The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,