Desk, a silent stage, pen & paper, instruments of a forgotten age, in solitude's stark shadow, he is the final fading sage, writing pages of poetry,…

In somber thoughts, my mind doth dwell The color blue, a hue of hell & shades of green, that pierce my soul Their shine, a wound that takes its toll…

In the relentless rush of the world, I find my rhapsodic retreat, slipping into headphones, a musical melody so sweet, symphony & cadence cocooned, a…