THE SKY IS MADE OUT OF STONE

Life evolves. It twists, turns, then befuddles in ways that are and always have been a dark, overwhelming mystery to me.

The sun loved the moon so much he died every night so she could breathe.

Loss falls hollow on this quiet night. Emotionless, a remnant dangling from love's demise.

Maybe there's an answer at the end of this journey. An explanation for all that passes.

This music is hauntingly beautiful. It crosses my path, once again.