piano and guitar.

I sense a night full with fire and rhythm, a forceful, energetic dance. A declaration. An affirmation.

With vigour and persistence this music attempts to convey the exuberance that characterizes what it is to feel alive. It does this in part through its ephemeral nature, through the shortness of its breath, the strength of its sound, and the breadth of its highs and lows.

Of the many states of being alive, I most love a feeling of effervescence...

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Our Night Draws Near

I know so little of your land,

Your mountains high,

Your valleys deep,

Your arc of light across my sky,

Your gentle pull of soil beneath my feet.

This journey of our sky and star,

We swirl in dizzy hour on hour,

Each day,

A month,

And soon a year,

Our seasoned life,

Our night draws near.

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