In the rhythm of life there are some beats we never catch.
Some tap out an ancient tempo that has been from the beginning.
Some are scarcely there at all, like a flutter between moments.
pacoloco
7:25am saturday, 24th may
There are times when the harmonies become dissonant, and cease to modulate.
Yet, there are times of silence, and rarely even times of beautiful harmony and bliss.
Yeah, it's kind of a rip off of your idea, but I figured it fit.
pacoloco
me?!