Some days falls gently.

Throwback music

Unreachable spaces.

She tiptoes through morning mist Turns around my soul is twisting When I bind my heart in longing and desire She lifts up her skirt when she wades In rivers and it’s then the fog fades With a teasing smile she sets my soul on fire Her smile…

Ancient traditional, authored by King David. If only he had a Strat and an Axe Fx.

A bizarre misstep from The Calculus Affair

Sometimes I surprise Even myself. So many Masks; which one to choose?