It is time to begin again. Time to be free again yearning for the inspiration of the unknown and the excitement and magnitude of possibility. The cool winds have shifted and cleared the air, its time for a change in direction so that there can be singing once again.
A voice lost in a sea of movement and the confusion of politics, the deep silent song wishes to vibrate once again. Although never forgotten, too often not honored, the respect of what could have been seems to be calling me back. I am ready for a relationship with the keys that strike the chords that will accompany a dream lost but not forgotten.