Plain white sheets harvest a dream, a love child will be born whilst we dream. As soft music played little did we know dreams can be broken.
Now I lay alone whilst listening to Radio Caroline …
In my head, I compose hard rock.
Musicians around the world beware of broken dreams.
Do not let your legacy be strident, learn the rules of life. We arrive, we depart. In between play good music. Let your legacy be told. Be that in fine music or written prose.
When Fridays arrive let the words tell your stories, whether musical or not.