A dancer and a musician find their common love in music. They realise that, although they both have a deep connection with music, they feel it in a different way. And so it comes to pass that they begin to share their experiences.
He's my boy, my sunshine, Sole. She is my girl, cool as the moon, Luna.
He comes to me during the day. While I work, he comes to play. His purr so loud like a little lion; his mane so soft and fur glistening gold. He is full of energy like the solar buzz. He brings light into the dark. He's creativity when I need to work. He is full of warmth and affection, looks you straight in the eyes. He is my boy.
She comes to me at night. At my belly as I switch off the light. Her ears and tale are masked, as she curls into a ball: the moon is in my bed. Her soothing purr moves through my body, like a healing sound wave. She is relaxation when I need to cool down. She is my princess that appears, then remains hidden. She is my girl.
I'm an observer of the river of time, each moment that comes and goes. With imagination as my inspiration, and words as my medium, I capture snapshots of reality ... as I see it. My perception takes form as an artist paints his canvas.
I am present, yet I'm not vividly visible. You see me through my thoughts and feelings, and my personal experiences from which they stem. You see me through my view of the world.
This blog is my writing indulgence. It is the kind of writing that emerged from me long before writing became my profession.