A vein of happiness rising to the top, like cream in the cappuccino of life... the swirl... the delicate heart peering through the top... a little sugar so sweet you smile deep...

Your foot bounces while your heart races... you fall in love for a short instant with each note as it lands softly on the surrounding leaves…

… little souls glow upon the stones in front of you with waves of pure ecstasy. Our first president with four sides, four seasons, and countless emotions... vibe and rhythm twirl as in a tornado of sound and style untouchable by the naked eye.

Pure elation and energy flowing with no recourse as the water rises to the sun high... it drips back to the city with the falling day... becoming dark and alone –

…yet the sounds of laughter reside within your 6 strings… 10 fingers orchestrating so smoothly as you marionette our limbs into a raw dance of bliss.

drips of life...

…drops of time...