Chronicling Life.

"I am the song that rises from a thousand souls.I am the unknown breeze that caresses your cheek on a humid evening. I am the stranger who smiles at you in passing leaving you happier than you were, moments before.I am full of happiness like a rising sun, I bathe all who stand around me in the glow of my happiness and you make me happy, just by being you. I am the strings of a guitar and the beat of a drum, I am the glint in a lovers eye, I am the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.I am the bird flying high above and I am all the fish in the ocean....

I am the butterfly the little children laugh in pleasure at...I am the cry of a starving child, I am the deep sadness in the eyes of the poor, the homeless and the forgotten...whom I remember...."

"WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS, AND WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF THE DREAM. WANDERING BY LONE SEA BREAKERS, AND SITTING BY DESOLATE STREAMS. WORLD LOSERS AND WORLD FORSAKERS, FOR WHOM THE PALE MOON GLEAMS. YET WE ARE MOVERS AND THE SHAKERS OF THE WORLD FOREVER IT SEEMS.”