I have never seen the God
But the people, I see

They are

Professionally I'm
Trained to practice
MEDICINE

For the chosen one
I prescribed
MUSIC

That worked

Now define me
What medicine is?

After all
At the end of the day
We have to return back
To our own home

In your name

There is such a beautiful description of soul
Touching all the chords of the heart
And the mind

Thanks for the introduction

When the soul of an artist
Rips apart
Never will they embrace insanity

Simply
They extend the wound
To the depth
Scratch it daily to make it raw
Poke it often to keep it fresh
Let it bleed
And feel the pain
They repeat the cycle
And get addicted to it

And at the right time
They blend it vividly
Nurturing it with memory
Crafting with precision
To the abstract, from the scrap
Giving life to it
As a reminder
Still
Sincerely admire from afar
And reflect
A light of their own

And so much more....

You promised me
The Stars and the Moon
She reminded

Yes I did
I promised you the Stars
And the Moon
A pure darkness
That kind, you get in your sleep
That's the baseline
To witness the Stars
And the Moon
To see the light
To see me
And to see us

Thank you
Yes, I did

When he wished to be
Back to time

I imagine him as
A struggling *****
In his father's *******

Simply like that