Different heartbeats

I have found myself lately wondering what genre my music falls into. The more I try to figure it out, the more that stress nerve bulges out of my forehead (I don't really have one there...just figuratively speaking I suppose). Anyway, I sometimes wish I had just one genre that I stuck to. It would make life easier wouldn't it?

Then again we'd all like to know we have options right? Who would want to be forced into anything? I know I wouldn't. In fact, it's moments when a decision is made for me, I stubbornly turn the other way. So basically Casie, you should be very pleased to know that your options are very free and open and you aren't tied down to anything. Time is too short to be tied down to anything. Keep on walking friends.

The same songs,

play over again by

the musician.

He wants to be heard,

so he speaks the absurd

and maybe he'll win my heart.

The music, it reminds me of

a memory.

So I buy, play, gorge and bury

myself in its ambient lust.

Somewhere it speaks to someone.

To him it's gold,

to her, it's coal.

Music and Memory

from a musician's soul.

Night and sweet lullabies,

C