Music is one of my greatest loves, so I decided to write a little poem about it.

Change of times for music.

The song of a sparrow in the springtime.

Trying to tear me down.

Synesthesia.

A look back at the music that shaped a life.

From long, long ago.

I don’t know about you, but electrical equipment is not in the cards for me. This is about the day (last weekend) that my partner wired our house with new gadgets.

A poem I made few years ago.