There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Sunrise (Feat. Traffic)
I don't want to make this too obvious or unimaginative, but I do want to remind anyone willing to take time to read this how beautiful life and the mundane are. In music, when one instrument wants to perform a solo, the rest of the band has to fall a bit into the background and... Continue Reading →
