music as words

Serendipitous circumstances. Connections endless between untold layers of sublime patterns. These seem to bring about the changes necessary for transformation. Something about new occurrences that happen in perfect sequence. These delicate footfalls of rhyming ways. People you have to meet, friends you have to greet, sounds that make you move, as all the similarities and differentiations dance and unfold. It rings a bell, it sounds so clear yet distant, a rhythm so distinct, like a friend you've always had, that special something that you've always known.... and the tune sounds so familiar yet is so marvellously neither present nor before but always subtly beading into the future. Perpetually ahead yet so close, leading towards a woken dream, only seeming, only believing and doing, yet letting go. an eternal love you may hold only once,

or forevermore….

k.s. 2003