HOW CAN LOVE BE RECKLESS? She heard the sound "Knock knock"...she froze, took a minute... "who is at the door?" A yelling that betrays the mixture of anticipation and this fearfull courage now all up in her face, nothing, no response but this particularly loud silence that feels like a blanket covering the entire room. Determined to stay calm, Debby took to her phone seeking to retry the failed attempts at self-distraction. It came the second time, the third time and went on for hours. The sound was now clearly defined, not at the door to the room but from the fragile organ which is now beating twice as fast. Boom! she wakes up, there is music coming from the neighbour's truck park'd outside: "there's no shadow you won't light up, mountain you won't climb up coming after me there's no wall you won't kick down, lie you won't tear down coming after me" Feeling relieved she listened again as the s
Talking Music as it defines life realities. Stories have songs and songs have stories. Our passion for music is excessively expressive.