The sound of blues echoing down the hall 🎶 🚬 Another drag, as the ash drops A swift sweep from the broom along the patio- our things must stay tidy 🧹 Taken away by the beauty of the sunrise 🌅 She covers the smell of her secret with the scent of perfume before he wakes to the aroma of her fresh brew☕️ Laughs over coffee, he’s smitten with her red lips 💄 Her gown flowing over her satin as he spins her around before a goodbye kiss 💃 🕺 See ya later handsome - back atcha doll 💋 The simplicity of a era that we will never get to know ⌛️ How the times have changed, the worries more complex ⏱️ Everybody wanted a change, but none to keep the change ⚖️ Nostalgia Come back to me

Lips, smooth as bourbon over your rocks Dressed as sharp as the sound of your bass Those hazel eyes tell a story of deep Different from the typical joes she pours for Soul athirst-Upstate creator Gambler Your single cigar more than a nights tip Dazzlin and dizzying every dame that walks in Until your eyes met hers Midnight calls, your wondering gaze Grew aflame Fixation we shall call A muse you must use The spiral playing a wicked game of use Turning lust into beautiful art A gallery leaving even the greats speechless The fame and glory you gain As your charm fades her beauty To rust

My soul is thirsty for music, Not just to hear the notes, but to taste them and run my fingers through their hair as they emerge from my being. I’ve long taken for granted that I am an instrument of God, What then shall be my instrument this moment? Dare I say it could be different in the next. I am not bound to material tools, I am endlessly transmorphing and individuating in sound. Tunes thread through my mind with images spurring them forth. Ragas fill my heart and caress my soul with sweet buttermilk and Moonlight, And each night vibrates with the bliss of Saraswati’s cooing. 2024-0505