The muse is the fuse that I use to fuse the two’s and the three to be free with me.
Along the notes heard are understood a common wood like natural instinct that flows forth from my soul as natural as the rings of a tree, to be me.
With each crescendo I build my words into a far-flung thread, which spreads my saids, my reds, my blues, and all the colours of my natural born varied skies.
Into a gem of a bard all the while in honour of the muse: the music of this profound great land.
Whether rain or shine, I am here with my syllables and letters to find the story of this new unearthed history of a peoples plight on this night.
Not to place a fright but to highlight the right sights and sounds within our shores.
As the sun crosses over our great lands with the harmonies of generations lost along the winds.
A guided tour in the sea of fog like memories to find the one true hope of those that stay and those that come to play.

What is this you say?

Why welcome of course, please come again!