Masterpiece

Why do you feel that we must name things? What if they’re nameless…or shapeless… What if things, and all reality, everything is just you, resounding to me. What if I am you, resounding to yourself? What if we’ve just made up names for everything because we are afraid, this much afraid of ourselves?

Your music

I like your music. It commands my heart to beat to your rythm. I like that, because when beating, my heart can feel yours and no words are required. You see, when you fill me with words, you play with illusions of meaning. But when you sing to my heart, there can be no mistakes, […]