Experience forges the birth of songs, eruptions from vibrating strings, where musical strains resonate with primal emotions, in all their gradations, when harmonies bridge the gap between reality and imagination, a song discovered, not created, recorded with a willingness to aim the heart's tiny voice into open air, to echo its brief presence

Experience forges the birth of songs, eruptions from vibrating strings, where musical strains resonate with primal emotions, in all their gradations, when harmonies bridge the gap between reality and imagination, a song discovered, not created, recorded with a willingness to aim the heart's tiny voice into open air, to echo its brief presence among the countless stars, within the vacuum of deep space, trapped within the wilderness of time.

Experience forges the birth of songs, eruptions from vibrating strings, where musical strains resonate with primal emotions, in all their gradations, when harmonies bridge the gap between reality and imagination, a song discovered, not created, recorded with a willingness to aim the heart's tiny voice into open air, to echo its brief presence among the countless stars, within the vacuum of deep space, trapped within the wilderness of time.